[ Though he understands why his brother kept himself hidden, there is a small part of him that feels hurt by it, and he rubs his hand against his arm. Glances away a little, studying their drying potatoes. ]
I wish you had told me.
[ At any point during those thirteen years, where he went mad with grief, filled with fire and revenge, hated himself, and contemplated taking his life. To have even the tiniest hint his brother may have survived, the hope it would have given him. The strength. ]
cw: suicide ideation
I wish you had told me.
[ At any point during those thirteen years, where he went mad with grief, filled with fire and revenge, hated himself, and contemplated taking his life. To have even the tiniest hint his brother may have survived, the hope it would have given him. The strength. ]
Or the Undying. Or anyone.