[The words hit Thomas far harder than anyone could have expected. They weren't exactly the same, no. Harry hadn't been the only brother he had sympathy for. He'd been his only brother, period. And while Thomas hadn't been the one to pull the trigger, he had sent Harry to the boat. Had ignored his brother for more than a year, hiding behind the monster when he was too ashamed of his own failures to face Harry's unwavering believe that he could be more than what blood made him. Hell, he'd even been purposefully late to meet Harry when Harry had wanted to tell him about Maggie.
Maggie his niece. Blood he didn't even care enough to ask after, to look out for after all was said and done. The niece named after their shared mother.
Some family.
But the words hit hard despite the inaccuracies. They were close enough, close enough to hurt when he'd already been worn down by the tombstones and their hallucinations. Thomas' eyes flickered to his left, to the edge of his field of vision, where he knew Harry's tombstone loomed, because it had been there for days. Silent and accusatory. When Thomas spoke, his voice was bitter, far more bitter than Raphael's comment warranted.]
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Maggie his niece. Blood he didn't even care enough to ask after, to look out for after all was said and done. The niece named after their shared mother.
Some family.
But the words hit hard despite the inaccuracies. They were close enough, close enough to hurt when he'd already been worn down by the tombstones and their hallucinations. Thomas' eyes flickered to his left, to the edge of his field of vision, where he knew Harry's tombstone loomed, because it had been there for days. Silent and accusatory. When Thomas spoke, his voice was bitter, far more bitter than Raphael's comment warranted.]
Brothers are evil bastards that way.