[The voice brought with it a sense of dread. He was still disoriented, still eager to live in his lie- but there stood the only person that could force him to face it all.
Dread and loathing, because yes, that was indeed him and there was no one he hated more...
And yet... there were still pieces, fragments of who he was here. Fresh in his mind, unlike the faded and tainted memories of the Kabukimono from long ago. This was him, but it was also his "brother". The grumpy brother that frowned too much, who would take him on little adventures. The brother he'd drink tea with to try and make smile, even if he hated the stuff.
He brought a hand to his head and winced. Which was right? His hatred, or the warm affection that still rose unbidden in his chest? He shook his head slightly at the other's words.]
What... what are you talking about?
[He didn't call him "brother", for deep down he knew the truth, he knew he couldn't be what once was... but still he craved the lie over reality. So while the old moniker was discarded, the tone was not as harsh as it would be were he in his right mind.]
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Dread and loathing, because yes, that was indeed him and there was no one he hated more...
And yet... there were still pieces, fragments of who he was here. Fresh in his mind, unlike the faded and tainted memories of the Kabukimono from long ago. This was him, but it was also his "brother". The grumpy brother that frowned too much, who would take him on little adventures. The brother he'd drink tea with to try and make smile, even if he hated the stuff.
He brought a hand to his head and winced. Which was right? His hatred, or the warm affection that still rose unbidden in his chest? He shook his head slightly at the other's words.]
What... what are you talking about?
[He didn't call him "brother", for deep down he knew the truth, he knew he couldn't be what once was... but still he craved the lie over reality. So while the old moniker was discarded, the tone was not as harsh as it would be were he in his right mind.]