He doesn't like it. To look at someone else and see himself.
Maybe that was the problem with his brother as well, for everything he so despised was only ever the shadow of his own reflection, staring him fully in the face— reaching out for acknowledgement. All bitterness aside, all oaths forgotten, even after an eternity of waking nightmare he still finds himself utterly incapable of bearing it on his own.
"I..."
He'd asked her not to think too much of him, once. What must she think of him now?
"We shall not speak of this now." said as if he means to bargain for time, or perhaps a better frame of mind for the both of them— but what it really means is that not now, if left alone, will become ever.
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Maybe that was the problem with his brother as well, for everything he so despised was only ever the shadow of his own reflection, staring him fully in the face— reaching out for acknowledgement. All bitterness aside, all oaths forgotten, even after an eternity of waking nightmare he still finds himself utterly incapable of bearing it on his own.
"I..."
He'd asked her not to think too much of him, once. What must she think of him now?
"We shall not speak of this now." said as if he means to bargain for time, or perhaps a better frame of mind for the both of them— but what it really means is that not now, if left alone, will become ever.