That was a truth that didn't hurt. Strangely. It came as too much of a relief again. That it was Thatch, that it was real, that he was really there and hurting and it wasn't an illusion. Marco started crying. He couldn't explain why. He wasn't sad, but there were a lot of emotions in there. "You're alive, you're alive," he whistled in phoenix and clung to his brother. "I thought I'd never see you again. I hated that. Don't you know how irreplaceable you are? Thatch. Thatch look at me. Even if I can't protect you, you can still trust me. You taught me that as much as Pops, eh. Don't back away now. Don't retreat, I'll come get you."