[ when she speaks about her brother, there is a faint sense of yearning, of aching. ]
When we were young and still learning about the world, it was very often. I would drag him out at night when I could sleep, and I would try to count all the stars. Lately... I haven't had much chance to.
What I remember of him is that... he always took care of me, when our parents wouldn't. He would come to sneak me food, and tell me stories, and remind me that there was someone who cared for me.
[...]
None of those memories were real, but I still remember how they felt. And even if they weren't true, he's still the person who's cared for me recently. He still worried over me, and took care of all of our errands when I was too afraid to leave the manor, and dried and brushed my hair for me every day...
[ that makes her sit up straighter and turn her gaze to focus on him solely. what has happened to him if his memories aren't all real?
what is his life that he was neglected to the point that he had to be snuck food? ]
It's... [ she doesn't think his experiences should be diminished, but it's still a tragic thing to hear. ] They're still feelings that matter. He is still someone who cared for you, and you cared for.
He's still someone you cherish, and that's what matters, isn't it? That's how it is for me, too.
That's the strength of your love and your bond. I don't think you have to stop caring for someone because they did something terrible. I don't know what he's done or what he chose to do, but...
[ she knows context matters, so it may be brushing over something important, but emotions are important, too. it's not easy to paint things simply and compartmentalize. ]
It's not wrong to hold onto your love even if it may hurt.
My brother is kind. He is kind to a fault. Kind enough to be cruel to himself for the sake of others. He's fastidious about so many things, but it's hard to question how much he cares. He may come off overbearing to some, but he was someone I never cared to step out of the shadow of.
[ he propelled her into the light, the light of being a star, but she viewed it as being in his shadow. ]
It can be... difficult, to care so much for someone like that. When they're capable of cruelty to themselves, or of accepting too much from others... mine wasn't quite like that, but someone else who I love is.
[knowing they'll allow it for others' sakes is always so...
it makes him want to help even more.]
In your place... I would care very much for him too, but I would worry over him so often.
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[ she looks over at him curiously. she did not see what he was doing with kanda because caelus popped off and she was being questioned. ]
But it is a possible lead, you think.
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[and i don't think she has outright said no so it's just like worrying in every direction]
I just thought it was... likely that it wasn't.
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Whether it's the answer you want... I can't say.
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[both for her and for what people will assume, if they're wrong to think it.]
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Not right now.
[ she's so tired, mathis. ]
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[if she's tired, then he'll go with whatever she wants.]
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But I was looking up at the lights because it reminds me of when I went stargazing with my brother.
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[after everything, she deserves that.]
Did you stargaze with him very often-?
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[ when she speaks about her brother, there is a faint sense of yearning, of aching. ]
When we were young and still learning about the world, it was very often. I would drag him out at night when I could sleep, and I would try to count all the stars. Lately... I haven't had much chance to.
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You hold them dear to your heart, don't you? Will you tell me about him?
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[...]
None of those memories were real, but I still remember how they felt. And even if they weren't true, he's still the person who's cared for me recently. He still worried over me, and took care of all of our errands when I was too afraid to leave the manor, and dried and brushed my hair for me every day...
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what is his life that he was neglected to the point that he had to be snuck food? ]
It's... [ she doesn't think his experiences should be diminished, but it's still a tragic thing to hear. ] They're still feelings that matter. He is still someone who cared for you, and you cared for.
He's still someone you cherish, and that's what matters, isn't it? That's how it is for me, too.
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I still care about him.
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That's the strength of your love and your bond. I don't think you have to stop caring for someone because they did something terrible. I don't know what he's done or what he chose to do, but...
[ she knows context matters, so it may be brushing over something important, but emotions are important, too. it's not easy to paint things simply and compartmentalize. ]
It's not wrong to hold onto your love even if it may hurt.
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[the one who both created and cared for him.]
... what was yours like?
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[ if mathis wants it to. ]
My brother is kind. He is kind to a fault. Kind enough to be cruel to himself for the sake of others. He's fastidious about so many things, but it's hard to question how much he cares. He may come off overbearing to some, but he was someone I never cared to step out of the shadow of.
[ he propelled her into the light, the light of being a star, but she viewed it as being in his shadow. ]
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[knowing they'll allow it for others' sakes is always so...
it makes him want to help even more.]
In your place... I would care very much for him too, but I would worry over him so often.
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I don't worry about how much they care or how much they want to help or even that they're not strong enough, but...
I wish they would be less alone in it. I want them to be kinder to themselves.