There existed comfort and pain. Nigredo would dole them out in equal measure. He would declare a denial of death in the same breath as he would speak Rubedo's name. But wasn't that what Albedo wanted? Hadn't Albedo been the one who had tried to convince his brother that the both of them had been loved?
That was true, but everything had changed. Everything, now, had changed. For his brother was sick, and might become something that could not recognize Albedo, and Albedo had killed to protect him, and still needed to save him.
His mental state was frayed and unraveling further, and in the end, he could only-- The boy pulled closer, hands still on his brother. "Do you love me?" He had asked this at the beginning, and it was the same now. A need for stability, a want, a desire. But here came a sharper edge. "Nigredo, do you...."
Love me best. More than any other. It went unsaid but was so easily, pitifully given.
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That was true, but everything had changed. Everything, now, had changed. For his brother was sick, and might become something that could not recognize Albedo, and Albedo had killed to protect him, and still needed to save him.
His mental state was frayed and unraveling further, and in the end, he could only-- The boy pulled closer, hands still on his brother. "Do you love me?" He had asked this at the beginning, and it was the same now. A need for stability, a want, a desire. But here came a sharper edge. "Nigredo, do you...."
Love me best. More than any other. It went unsaid but was so easily, pitifully given.