He's assessing their position as well when Brook asks him what 'Tuuri' is. For a moment, he goes completely still, feels the wash of grief again, cold and shocking, the desolation. Crossing the room, he runs his fingers over the spot where her name is scratched, and runs his fingers over it.
He doesn't want to answer, not when he's already on the verge of tears, his eyes stinging, his head aching slightly. But Brook deserves an explanation, after Onni had so stupidly run into the room like that.]
no subject
[It has a sort of determined finality to it.
He's assessing their position as well when Brook asks him what 'Tuuri' is. For a moment, he goes completely still, feels the wash of grief again, cold and shocking, the desolation. Crossing the room, he runs his fingers over the spot where her name is scratched, and runs his fingers over it.
He doesn't want to answer, not when he's already on the verge of tears, his eyes stinging, his head aching slightly. But Brook deserves an explanation, after Onni had so stupidly run into the room like that.]
My sister. She's dead.