Kou realizes how fucking pathetic he's being- damn near falling apart in front of a stranger, just because he's got his brother's face, and some of his manerisms. Wouldn't most people be over this shit by now? Ren certainly mostly seems over it. Everyone else too.
But what Kou and Goro had- that couldn't be understood by anyone but them. Sumire sometimes feels like she comes close, but at the same time, not in the slightest. She doesn't understand, and could never understand. She lived in her sister's shadow, whereas Kou and Goro-
What they had was unique. Unreplicable. Without Kou, there was no Goro, and without Goro, there was no Kou. Two halves of a whole, a unit, practically bound together by an invisible force. Nobody could ever understand just how much Kou and Goro were intertwined.
So where does that leave him, now that Goro's gone? He still doesn't know. It doesn't feel like he'll ever will.
He takes a sip of the coffee, if only to distract himself. Not only is it cold, it's also downright nasty.
"... I hate this."
Is he talking about the coffee, or the grief that pounds through his veins?
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Kou realizes how fucking pathetic he's being- damn near falling apart in front of a stranger, just because he's got his brother's face, and some of his manerisms. Wouldn't most people be over this shit by now? Ren certainly mostly seems over it. Everyone else too.
But what Kou and Goro had- that couldn't be understood by anyone but them. Sumire sometimes feels like she comes close, but at the same time, not in the slightest. She doesn't understand, and could never understand. She lived in her sister's shadow, whereas Kou and Goro-
What they had was unique. Unreplicable. Without Kou, there was no Goro, and without Goro, there was no Kou. Two halves of a whole, a unit, practically bound together by an invisible force. Nobody could ever understand just how much Kou and Goro were intertwined.
So where does that leave him, now that Goro's gone? He still doesn't know. It doesn't feel like he'll ever will.
He takes a sip of the coffee, if only to distract himself. Not only is it cold, it's also downright nasty.
"... I hate this."
Is he talking about the coffee, or the grief that pounds through his veins?