"How can you say that? I will promise no such thing."
He draws back again, this time confusion resurfacing. One hand shifts to rest on Genji's shoulder, or at least the cold metal that served in its place. "This...cannot be forgiven. Perhaps by you, but I will not."
Because he does care, but he can't put that to words. The words won't come. This is as close as it could come, the anger born of a desire to see this wrong righted, and his brother avenged. So why then is he stopping him? Who is he protecting?
He should know this. It feels like he should know this. That light flickers under his veins once more, and that hand slips away, reaching up to rub at his aching temple. "Something is wrong...where are we? How did we get here?" he murmurs, casting his gaze around the room.
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He draws back again, this time confusion resurfacing. One hand shifts to rest on Genji's shoulder, or at least the cold metal that served in its place. "This...cannot be forgiven. Perhaps by you, but I will not."
Because he does care, but he can't put that to words. The words won't come. This is as close as it could come, the anger born of a desire to see this wrong righted, and his brother avenged. So why then is he stopping him? Who is he protecting?
He should know this. It feels like he should know this. That light flickers under his veins once more, and that hand slips away, reaching up to rub at his aching temple. "Something is wrong...where are we? How did we get here?" he murmurs, casting his gaze around the room.