It's a quiet murmur, soft, as he pulls his brother back toward his shoulder again to keep him protectively close. He tilts his cheek against a blonde head of hair, rubbing a hand soothingly down his back. He couldn't save him. He hadn't even been able to try. He'd stood there and watched, but Cain--
Cain had been ripped away, with his brother beside him. He can't lie and say that it hadn't seeped under his skin... like all the other trials of this town that had been much more cruel on his little brother than they had been on Abel. His little brother may be strong -- he may have learned long ago to adapt and adjust, but...
...It doesn't matter. No one is equipped for this. No one can simply shrug it all off and keep smiling as if it was acceptable or alright.
"So... be scared. Cry if you need to. You can shout, you can scream, or... anything you want. Anything you need. But you can't pretend that you're okay anymore."
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It's a quiet murmur, soft, as he pulls his brother back toward his shoulder again to keep him protectively close. He tilts his cheek against a blonde head of hair, rubbing a hand soothingly down his back. He couldn't save him. He hadn't even been able to try. He'd stood there and watched, but Cain--
Cain had been ripped away, with his brother beside him. He can't lie and say that it hadn't seeped under his skin... like all the other trials of this town that had been much more cruel on his little brother than they had been on Abel. His little brother may be strong -- he may have learned long ago to adapt and adjust, but...
...It doesn't matter. No one is equipped for this. No one can simply shrug it all off and keep smiling as if it was acceptable or alright.
"So... be scared. Cry if you need to. You can shout, you can scream, or... anything you want. Anything you need. But you can't pretend that you're okay anymore."
He's sorry, brother. He's so sorry.