[Four words, two statements, and the regret sets in immediately. This isn't the first time Brook's tripped over his own thoughtlessness to land in discomfort. Given the eternity of existence, it probably won't be the last.
Looking away and down, Brook holds his elbows. Death is business as usual for him; it hardly registers at all, let alone as a tragedy. But combined with the idea of a sister--that strikes an unpleasant chord, one he'd rather not expand or dwell on.
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[Four words, two statements, and the regret sets in immediately. This isn't the first time Brook's tripped over his own thoughtlessness to land in discomfort. Given the eternity of existence, it probably won't be the last.
Looking away and down, Brook holds his elbows. Death is business as usual for him; it hardly registers at all, let alone as a tragedy. But combined with the idea of a sister--that strikes an unpleasant chord, one he'd rather not expand or dwell on.
He breathes out.]
...Sorry. I shouldn't have asked.