Benvolio is remembering the same moment, but from the other point of view. Cradling Mercutio in his arms as the light went out from his eyes. It is a moment he has thought on often over the past couple of months. He has hardly gone an hour without thinking about it.

He hugs back, his head drooping down to Mercutio's shoulder, crying as well. "Thou'rt too solid to be a spirit, but -- I don't understand..."