[ Genya's lips turn down and he tugs on that vine, still not quite breaking it off. Testing it, seeing its strength. ]
He hates me. [ he scowls at that, face crinkling into something ugly now that Chobe's pestered him enough for him to say it, ] He says he doesn't have a brother, he won't acknowledge me. Happy?
[ Despite his best attempts at putting on a tough guy bravado, Genya still looks crestfallen when he says it. Even now, after all these years, it still hurts. Not that he'll be giving up to mend the distance or anything—but he's an emotional guy with strong feelings. ]
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[ Genya's lips turn down and he tugs on that vine, still not quite breaking it off. Testing it, seeing its strength. ]
He hates me. [ he scowls at that, face crinkling into something ugly now that Chobe's pestered him enough for him to say it, ] He says he doesn't have a brother, he won't acknowledge me. Happy?
[ Despite his best attempts at putting on a tough guy bravado, Genya still looks crestfallen when he says it. Even now, after all these years, it still hurts. Not that he'll be giving up to mend the distance or anything—but he's an emotional guy with strong feelings. ]
I have to get stronger. Then, maybe he'll see me.