How pitiful. After having so much "fun", it was over now.

You and your older brother's heads have been cut off, and you two were slowly disintegrating away.

It was supposed to be a somewhat peaceful moment, but not for you siblings. You two still fought.

"Damn it! You're so useless! My life would've been so much better if I didn't have to go protecting you all the time! I wish you were never born! Look where we are now!!" Gyutaro spat as his head slowly disintegrated away along with yours.

He didn't mean it at all. You were his pride after all. His dear, little sister.