[He walks over to Eric and places his hands on his shoulders, his grip tight and his expression stern.
What he faced when they were younger were never anything compared to what Eric's been put through. He's been told stories, heard the laughs when they thought he wasn't listening. He's seen the effects it had on his younger brother's body every time he manages to get to see him.
There were times when Izumo did wonder if he lost his own humanity if he gave into those voices, the mere thought of having Eric's blood on his hands enough to make his own blood grow cold.
He remembers the first time he's killed, how sick it made him.
He also remembers Totsuka's words when the informant saw Eric for the first time.
He's hurting, almost broken. I wonder if he'll ever be able to talk about what's happened.
Izumo clenches his jaw and then forces himself to relax as his expression softens.]
Eric, what else did they make you do other than grunt work?
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[He walks over to Eric and places his hands on his shoulders, his grip tight and his expression stern.
What he faced when they were younger were never anything compared to what Eric's been put through. He's been told stories, heard the laughs when they thought he wasn't listening. He's seen the effects it had on his younger brother's body every time he manages to get to see him.
There were times when Izumo did wonder if he lost his own humanity if he gave into those voices, the mere thought of having Eric's blood on his hands enough to make his own blood grow cold.
He remembers the first time he's killed, how sick it made him.
He also remembers Totsuka's words when the informant saw Eric for the first time.
He's hurting, almost broken. I wonder if he'll ever be able to talk about what's happened.
Izumo clenches his jaw and then forces himself to relax as his expression softens.]
Eric, what else did they make you do other than grunt work?