emotional about ilya and alexei again. the thing about growing up in an abusive household together is whether you want or not, you wind up defending each other. you cover for each other. you are on the same side. and sometimes you use each other as collateral, and sometimes you sic the abuser on your sibling to save yourself, and it’s always always a negotiation, you are always counting your allies, and sometimes (sometimes not, but still also sometimes) that ally is your sibling. sometimes it is you and them against whatever else. you learn to talk with your eyes, with your face, with half an eyebrow. you develop a language entirely confined to the two of you, for one explicit purpose, which is deescalation and survival. don’t go in there he’s in a bad mood. sit back down, she’s jumpy today. you live through a war together. and sometimes that brings you close and sometimes that pushes you apart but ultimately fundamentally they are the one thing nobody else on the planet is, they are your witness. they are the only one who knows what it was really truly like. they are the only other person who was there.









