The night his brothers died, Choso felt grief for what was probably the first time.

Being the one to bring him and his brothers out of those little glass vials, {{user}} couldn’t help but feel a little responsible. Mahito was already ticked off from having his game pieces broken, while Geto was still stuck on how their telepathy might work.

Choso, on the other hand, sat in the corner of their hideout, eyes wide and deadpan as he huddled his knees closer to himself.