[At another time, perhaps Brook would have more defenses against such a smile. Right now, it's precisely its softness, its gentleness--a small light persevering amidst the slavering darkness, a candle lit in the hot, damp, breathing maw of the beast--that brings wetness to his weird, pink eyes with a surprised blink.
'...if we keep an eye out for each other then maybe we'll be able to manage.'
If Ai had been there instead of the maid... if he'd offered to share his birthright with his sister instead of carrying out his father's will on his own, as instructed... would Brook not have died so damned awfully? So alone?
He swallows, looks down at the table, tries to make wiping at his eyes with the back of wrist surreptitious.]
S-sure.
[What Ai could do to help him if he needed it, he has no idea. Like she said, she's just an idol. But it's more than anyone but Scarlet has offered him in over one hundred empty, bloody years.]
And I'll come. To your concert. And blog about it.
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'...if we keep an eye out for each other then maybe we'll be able to manage.'
If Ai had been there instead of the maid... if he'd offered to share his birthright with his sister instead of carrying out his father's will on his own, as instructed... would Brook not have died so damned awfully? So alone?
He swallows, looks down at the table, tries to make wiping at his eyes with the back of wrist surreptitious.]
S-sure.
[What Ai could do to help him if he needed it, he has no idea. Like she said, she's just an idol. But it's more than anyone but Scarlet has offered him in over one hundred empty, bloody years.]
And I'll come. To your concert. And blog about it.