Dec 31, 2021
"Yone, I... I'm sorry." Yasuo lights a candle at the shrine for his brother. It isn't his first shrine and it won't be the last. He is hazy with drink, but not at the point of stumbling. He wonders if Yone can hear him like this. "I'm sorry..."
The spirit watches quietly, his eyes clouded with slight tears as he stares at his brother from afar. He knows he cannot approach, but he desperately wanted to. "Brother..." he whispers to no one but himself, wondering if he should approach. It was the Spirit Blossom festival, after all...
Hesitantly, the spirit dispersed himself, gently setting an ethereal hand on Yasuo's shoulder. "You are forgiven, my brother..." he promised gently. "I've seen how you've grown... and I am proud..."