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The look on his face is melancholic with a deeper sadness in his eyes. His entire posture slumped and he let out a big sigh. Of course someone would ask about her, he should have seen that coming.
“What do you want me to say? What can I even say?”How can you tell someone that you barely know your own sister? It’s not like it was his fault though, right? It wasn’t her own either. It was her mother’s. If she hadn’t killed his mom… No, he didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to spare a thought to her right now. He does that enough already. How he wished they hadn’t punished Seles for such a crime. It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t as if Seles had tried to kill him. Apparently attacking the Chosen was just that big of a deal. He didn’t even want this stupid title.
All he wanted was to have his mom smile and for Seles to be able to play with him.
“She got sick a lot. I wonder if she’s any better…”There’s a quiet whimper and he sinks even lower.“I wonder if she still hates me… That’s stupid, of course she does. Why wouldn’t she? I didn’t do anything to help her. I could have probably gotten her out. I never visited. I… I…”He ran away like the coward he is. He hid because looking at her meant seeing his mother’s death again. And he remembers what she said when he told her father wasn’t around anymore. The look on her face. The anger.
You’re supposed to at least know what your sibling likes. Should know what they don’t like. What their favorite color is. What they like to eat. All he really knows is what she looks like. He doesn’t know a single damn thing about his sister, except that she hates him.“She… she doesn’t like me. She hates me, and with good reason That’s all I can say.”He shrinks further, growing quiet and still.I should have died like I promised I would.
