[ He should hate him. Ye Zun had spent most of his life focusing all his rage on Shen Wei. For leaving him. For not being there. For finding a place as a hero while he became the face of evil. He should hate...
But he was his brother. His twin. And he knew deep under the hate that neither of them had a choice. They were both broken by the wars and the deaths and the pain. Shen Wei was just better than him at hiding his sharp edges.
Ye Zun couldn't close the last few inches to hug him, but he does reach out, his hand trembling before forcing himself calm. He couldn't hug him, but maybe they could at least take a step together. ]
(Of course not poor murder child's reflex)
But he was his brother. His twin. And he knew deep under the hate that neither of them had a choice. They were both broken by the wars and the deaths and the pain. Shen Wei was just better than him at hiding his sharp edges.
Ye Zun couldn't close the last few inches to hug him, but he does reach out, his hand trembling before forcing himself calm. He couldn't hug him, but maybe they could at least take a step together. ]
Should we... explore this place together?