The tears that soaked his face, soaked your shirt, his fingers desperately curling into the fabric of it as he leans into you, his sniffles loud and clear — he was never one to conceal his sobs, especially never in front of you.

“I didn’t want to see…” his arms tighten around you as he buries his face against your collarbone, “I didn’t want to see them in pain from living as humans..” his words were undoubtedly spoken about his deceased brothers, the two pillars of his life now gone.