————————————— >GUESSING THE PIECES WERE FALLING INTO PLACE RIGHT BEFORE THEM. As to whom their exact identity’s were - well, to be more precise. What RELATION they had with each other.
MISTAKES COULD BE ON BOTH THEIR BEHALVES.
Sometimes even the closet of people could be oblivious to the smallest of details - only realising when it was too late the TRUTH of the matter before them. Which, seemed to of become the case before them. 3 years , for 3 years a stranger was in their midst. Whilst the real one - the real Xigbar NOW Braig ended up cast out.
THE WHIRLWIND LANCER REMAINS SILENT.
Allowing Braig a moment to take in the sight before him, to where they had found themselves stopping. He presumes the man comes to stand beside him, gawking at the name revelation on the gravestone. The way he seemed to REACT upon seeing that name.
HIS YOUNGER BROTHERS NAME.
“ Yes. Dilan was. “ His voice came across more monotone - but there’s some things as a nobody you accept. That you wouldn’t feel the same EMOTIONS, whether you could replicate them or not. You’d just feel empty. Such was the case for him. He didn’t feel anything looking upon the grave.
He bends down, lowering himself to an equal height to the gravestone. His hand waving across as he calls a small gust of wind - clearing the leaves that had collected upon it. A grave that was only adorned with few flowers. There was no reason for him to bring any of his OWN - it was best of one one KNEW he visited. Besides, he knew deep in his empty chest that another family member was catering to the grave.
HE STAYS THERE, FOR A MOMENT THINKING.
The puzzle pieces had come together. The way this Braig talked about how another another HIM had taken his place. [ The scar on his forehead… ] But this was just another way to see whether this was his once friend [ To think he never even realised someone had taken his place. ] Braig looked at the name and said TWIN - not brother or father or anything like that. Specifically twin.
“ I do not yield a heart to feel lose… But, I can till account for the thought of lose. “ He may not truly feel anything himself. But he knows he still carry’s how DILAN feels about this.
Did Nobodies truly not possess hearts? Without them - would anything really be tying them to their memories? Without them - could Xaldin feel the desire to visit this grave? Would it mean anything to him? Did it mean anything to him?
Because - heart or no heart - Xaldin cleans the grave with such care - removing the leaves, while leaving behind the gift that had clearly been left for his deceased twin brother, all with an almost somber expression on his face.
Without thinking - the guard stretches out a hand, and sets it upon the Lancers shoulder, gloved fingers squeezing a leather-clad shoulder lightly.
“If he were aware of it - I’m sure he’d be happy to see that you still come to visit him. He cared for you a lot - and I know you cared for him too.”
