Anri just furrows his brows a bit, sniffles and reaches up his wet sleeve to wipe at his nose, which just makes it cold and just as wet as before. His arm stop as he begins to lower it to his side again when the badge is flashed before him. His eyes don't want to focus, but he makes out a few of the words and it's enough to make it difficult to come up with a quick response.
If he's alive, why isn't Ishak?
In his head, it'd make sense for him to be. There's another cold chill that works its way up his spine like fingers walking against the bone, every synapse, every nerve.
"Just me? Not my brother too?"
He drowned you, he tells himself scathingly. Why does it matter? But Ishak had told him once that the things he does, he does them out of love. Does it even matter when it becomes this?
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Anri just furrows his brows a bit, sniffles and reaches up his wet sleeve to wipe at his nose, which just makes it cold and just as wet as before. His arm stop as he begins to lower it to his side again when the badge is flashed before him. His eyes don't want to focus, but he makes out a few of the words and it's enough to make it difficult to come up with a quick response.
If he's alive, why isn't Ishak?
In his head, it'd make sense for him to be. There's another cold chill that works its way up his spine like fingers walking against the bone, every synapse, every nerve.
"Just me? Not my brother too?"
He drowned you, he tells himself scathingly. Why does it matter? But Ishak had told him once that the things he does, he does them out of love. Does it even matter when it becomes this?