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The fact that he's said anything at all is, at least to Log, a relief. Whether or not he knows how concerning his admission is, Mitsuki appears to have obvious negative feelings about the ordeal.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Are you alright?" Log asks, only hesitating for a moment before taking a seat beside him. "Would you... like to talk about it?"

Log had run off to look for Mitsuki so impetuously that he hadn’t brought his phone or anything that had GPS. He hadn’t even brought a compass or a map. He had been so anxious to save the day and redeem himself that he’d forgotten how unfamiliar he was with the lands outside Orochimaru’s lab.

He woke up with no idea where he was. He only knew that he was in a forest, curled up under a tree. He must not have slept for long, because it was still dark. In the moonlight, he could see hills in the distance.

He got up. As he walked, the realization hit him that he had failed entirely. He’d upset his brother, fought with his parent, and then ended up unable to do anything useful. Mitsuki had traveled so much, and so independently, that he probably knew exactly where he was, wherever he was. Now, instead of rescuing Mitsuki, Log needed rescuing himself. All his book knowledge couldn’t help him get back home in the dark.

He had never felt so inferior to Mitsuki. Mitsuki could take care of himself. Mitsuki never argued with their parent. Orochimaru claimed that he loved his sons equally, but Log knew that he was considered the “problem child.” How could the problem child be loved as much as the perfect one? And Log was older. He should be the example for Mitsuki, not the other way around. That made it even worse.

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