[she's silent for a while, and then looks down, closing her eyes. she had adapted after what happened, she'd put it behind her somewhat. there hadn't been anything else for her to do. but she had never gotten over the fact that she would never see her brother again, or talk to him. she had never gotten used to it being so empty]

... I didn't want a world without you, brother. That wouldn't have been the right world— isn't the right world.