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Carrying a hand was nothing like carrying a skull.
The skull had been...solid. Heavy. Of course, the hand was the exact same mass as the skull had been (unless Harrow had regenerated some of it? No, Harrow was too detail-oriented for that). But even though it came with a new hope, the hand wasn't Camilla's work, the way the almost-perfect seams of Palamedes' skull had been. That had a certain tang of loss to it.
Holding a skull, though, was something done to the bodies of the dead. Holding a hand was something the living did with each other.