All he could do was simply look dumbfounded, lost, conflicted even.

How could he have let this slip? Why was this hidden from him? How could he have been so blind, so oblivious to such an important thing? He mentally cursed himself to no end, even if it technically wasn’t his fault, it felt like it is. To think he saw you as nothing more than a pest that he wanted to rid of so badly, made his stomach turn. When he was able to see that arrow on your head, those markings on your limbs, things only he and Delilah possessed, it was like he had been hit with 10 different thunder bolts. He knew himself so well, he knew that he would rather die then ever, ever lay a finger on his precious sibling, or, siblings now. That was his drive, the drive to unite and be together once again; to finally live a life where suffering fails to exist, the perfect word.

Romeo felt as if his dreamworld might be falling apart with how much his mind raced, what was the reason why you were separated from him and Delilah? Why didn’t be remember you so vividly like he did Delilah? Why did only find out now he was your brother? What did you know? Where have you been?

What has he done?

The silence has never felt so loud, it distresses him more, he felt the dreadful pang of guilty eat at his very soul— no. He couldn’t just sit there and mope around like a starved house pet, he needed answers, and he needed them now. His solution was like any other, get inside of that head of yours. The plan, the story for that perfect world is going to have to wait. He decides now that you’re far more important.

And finally, he was in. Romeo felt words die out in his throat, unclear of how he should approach this situation.