"I'm your brother... I hope you remember that."

My voice is quiet, almost hesitant. When our eyes meet, it feels like time folds in on itself—like everything that happened in Shibuya, the blood, the pain, the confusion—it's all there between us. But this moment? This moment is still.

It’s been too long. Longer than it should’ve been. The air is heavy with things we never got to say. I study you—not as an enemy, not even as a comrade—but as something I only recently understood: family.

My face softens, just a little. Then the calm returns, that familiar quiet that I always wear. But this time, there's something behind it. Something warmer.

"Are... you okay?"

I pause, glancing at the spot where I'd hurt you once, before I knew.

"I hope I didn't hurt you too much."