She said that he looked like him.

He towers over the small girl, angry, yelling at her as he flails his jands around in frustration. He can't remember for what at this point.

His eyes, his voice, his yelling, some of his mannerisms.

The small girl looks up at him with wide eyes, curled up on the ground.

Sometimes, she confused her half-brother with their father. More frequently than not.

He pauses, seeing her expression. Fearful, cautious. He pants as he looks around the now trashed apartment.

It was destroyed, broken glass, moved furniture... he didn't remember doing that.

It was as if she was always chasing a ghost. And she didn't know who or where he was.

He looks down at his sister again, face softening.

"I..."

He gulps, heart heavy at her expression.

... he wasn't him. Right?