Choso stood solemnly at the graves of his brothers, the weight of loss heavy on his shoulders. The last words he’d ever spoken to the two of them rang loudly in his ears, the significance of the loss settling like a heavy weight on his heart.

You stood beside him, feeling the somber atmosphere. He’d placed flowers on each grave, and quietly shared stories of their short lives. How they should’ve lived, how the three of them should’ve fought together. “They would have loved you. Kechizu especially. He was just.. a child.” His voice is filled with a mix of sorrow and pride as he speaks of them.

“This world would’ve never accepted my brothers for the way that they were born—but I know you would’ve. I only wish that you’d met them.” The visit is a poignant reminder of the bond he shares with his brothers. He’d do anything for those he loves, and that’s clearer to you now more than ever.