he can’t get it off his mind. it’s marked in his eyes, as if it is a memory he cannot forget. the blood, dried tears, his brother &&. sister slumped on the ground carelessly, lifelessly, like dolls. his precious family. he remembers the pain like it was real -- the loneliness, the hurt tore at his heartstrings as if he really knew that pain before.

       he blinks, becoming more aware of his situation. he vaguely hears the words, &&. obeys -- but it’s that action which helps him calm down enough to actually assess the situation.

      without realizing it, his hands have been gripping his brother’s nightclothes. in the back of his mind, he wonders how he was even found out -- the last thing he remembers, he was studying. did he call out in his sleep? how embarrassing. how idiotic.

       “ i - i’m sorry ------ ” he quickly draws back, trying to increase their distance from each other as much as possible. since leon was always so forgettable, certainly this would be easy to forget, too, right? oh, how he hopes so.