"The red one," Rhy said as if it were the most obvious thing ever. "It is the color of my family, remember? It will remind me well of my brother. He had hair as red as fire."

Has. Rhy knew the man HAS hair that color. His hand came briefly up to his chest to lay over the marks carved into his skin which were hidden by his shirt. He could still feel it, their connection. Even if it was distant, they were still united.