For all habitual behavior, Albedo had no wanting to listen in to whatever his brother and twin had to say. Was not willing to listen to excuses and apologies not directed at himself, because he was still remembering breath, and how to breathe. He was still wondering how long this would continue, before this Rubedo remembered that he hated them. What would it take, for this one to show a different face. What Nigredo decided was his own--as much as Albedo knew Nigredo was there for him, his brother knew it as well, and no matter what happened, they would continue. Because both had the other.
A pretty sentiment, if but truthful, and when faced with the fact of a twin's existence, all else but that shattered. There was nothing in him that wanted to contemplate this. Nothing that wanted to accept Rubedo's existence, and much that wanted to ignore it. Albedo's insides shifted, shattered, and he recalled too clearly everything that had been done. But he also remembered the expression on Rubedo's face minutes prior, and the way he reacted, too honest to be subterfuge. And how, for the first time in months, there was something almost like-- Hope.
And Albedo had promised. Promised Nigredo he would catch up.
As if to accent the universal truth of irony that he worshiped, there was a vibration along the link between him and Nigredo. Albedo's head snapped up, eyes on the building both brothers had slipped into, trying to place the feeling. He had felt this before--
"If you didn't know that," Albedo had asked softly. "Then what did you learn?"
"I learned he killed someone I love," Nigredo gave in turn, "and he knew I exist to kill him."
Blinking, Albedo's eyes narrowed on the house, and he took a cautious step forward, wondering if he should approach the little reprieve. There was a possibility that nothing was truly-- Wrong.
Albedo was darting forward before the thought had solidified--the familiar sensation of Nigredo crying, in pain, clear in his mind. It was only a moment before he was standing opposite to the two, divided from them by the window-ledge-- Albedo outside, and the two inside, together, bonded, and it was too familiar to not hurt, and--
And he swallowed it, prioritized as he had learned to in the past month, because before himself, Nigredo--
"What are you doing, Rubedo?" was the hiss, threat heavy in the words. "Did you hurt him again?"
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A pretty sentiment, if but truthful, and when faced with the fact of a twin's existence, all else but that shattered. There was nothing in him that wanted to contemplate this. Nothing that wanted to accept Rubedo's existence, and much that wanted to ignore it. Albedo's insides shifted, shattered, and he recalled too clearly everything that had been done. But he also remembered the expression on Rubedo's face minutes prior, and the way he reacted, too honest to be subterfuge. And how, for the first time in months, there was something almost like-- Hope.
And Albedo had promised. Promised Nigredo he would catch up.
As if to accent the universal truth of irony that he worshiped, there was a vibration along the link between him and Nigredo. Albedo's head snapped up, eyes on the building both brothers had slipped into, trying to place the feeling. He had felt this before--
"If you didn't know that," Albedo had asked softly. "Then what did you learn?"
"I learned he killed someone I love," Nigredo gave in turn, "and he knew I exist to kill him."
Blinking, Albedo's eyes narrowed on the house, and he took a cautious step forward, wondering if he should approach the little reprieve. There was a possibility that nothing was truly-- Wrong.
Albedo was darting forward before the thought had solidified--the familiar sensation of Nigredo crying, in pain, clear in his mind. It was only a moment before he was standing opposite to the two, divided from them by the window-ledge-- Albedo outside, and the two inside, together, bonded, and it was too familiar to not hurt, and--
And he swallowed it, prioritized as he had learned to in the past month, because before himself, Nigredo--
"What are you doing, Rubedo?" was the hiss, threat heavy in the words. "Did you hurt him again?"