Oh, Genji could make him angry. Furious at times. They had fought often and loudly, but hate him? No. Never that. And his absence had felt like a physical loss, like a limb he had to learn to live without.
Perhaps not the kindness metaphor to use, given the circumstances. He can feel the whir and hum of the mechanics under his arms, that still managed to fit the frame of his younger brother, and he feels his brow knitting tightly. "Did they do this to you? I...I cannot recall what happened clearly. I think something is..."
Wrong. It's wrong, but he can't quite grasp what it is that's missing. Only the sense that something is.
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Oh, Genji could make him angry. Furious at times. They had fought often and loudly, but hate him? No. Never that. And his absence had felt like a physical loss, like a limb he had to learn to live without.
Perhaps not the kindness metaphor to use, given the circumstances. He can feel the whir and hum of the mechanics under his arms, that still managed to fit the frame of his younger brother, and he feels his brow knitting tightly. "Did they do this to you? I...I cannot recall what happened clearly. I think something is..."
Wrong. It's wrong, but he can't quite grasp what it is that's missing. Only the sense that something is.