[I had to, her brother claims. It was the only way.
And there's no denying a part of Alicia remains furious at the betrayal - that he didn't even give her the chance to use what voice she had - at the same time, she'd like to think that she understands her older brother more than the rest of the family.
His pain isn't all as obvious as her own, but Alicia sees it all - the grief, the guilt, the insurmountable burden Verso's forced himself to carry. The letter she pushed into his chest disappears again, her voice along with it, but the woman sighs behind her mask, taking a single step forward and stretching up to cup his scarred cheek with her palm. And after her fingertips have danced up his face, she opens her arms just so, offering her brother the same comfort he used to always share with her.
This stupid, impulsive, haunted man. Alicia loves him so much.]
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And there's no denying a part of Alicia remains furious at the betrayal - that he didn't even give her the chance to use what voice she had - at the same time, she'd like to think that she understands her older brother more than the rest of the family.
His pain isn't all as obvious as her own, but Alicia sees it all - the grief, the guilt, the insurmountable burden Verso's forced himself to carry. The letter she pushed into his chest disappears again, her voice along with it, but the woman sighs behind her mask, taking a single step forward and stretching up to cup his scarred cheek with her palm. And after her fingertips have danced up his face, she opens her arms just so, offering her brother the same comfort he used to always share with her.
This stupid, impulsive, haunted man. Alicia loves him so much.]