[ Perhaps Tenka can't, but that's what Shirasu has done all his life. Even now, his brother's death feels like half of him has been carved out. But in the moments after it happened, Shirasu had pushed it aside. Only after surviving the fall, in the tiny window before his clan had found him, had he given it any real thought.
The tea has turned a distinctly unappetizing rust color. ]
... I've done it. But I know you're different. [ Or, rather, he's different. ]
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The tea has turned a distinctly unappetizing rust color. ]
... I've done it. But I know you're different. [ Or, rather, he's different. ]