memory loss

He what?

Xisuma pov:

Thanks to Hels, I was actually able to find my brother's place and visit him in the early morning. I could tell Hels was anxious for some reason, and I tried talking to him about it. "What happened last night?" I asked, noticing he was making breakfast for two.

"He didn't believe it was me. It was really me," he said, his voice laced with bitterness. The words cut deep, each syllable sharp with hurt and anger. "I told you this, or something like this, would happen," Hels said, glaring at me, his eyes filled with angry tears. His hands shook as he stirred the eggs, the clinking of the spoon against the pan echoing in the silence of the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Hels. I can try to talk to him if you want?" I did my best to remain calm, though the tension was thick in the air, almost suffocating.

"No, he might not believe that it's you..." he mumbled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. His shoulders slumped, and he looked so defeated. "He hasn't even come out of his room since yesterday."

Seeing Hels like this, so vulnerable and upset, broke my heart. I reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We'll figure this out, Hels. We'll make him understand."

But even as I said the words, I could see the doubt in Hels' eyes, the lingering pain that wouldn't be so easily soothed unless it was Xavier...

He shrugged off my hand and went back to making eggs and bacon. I glanced at Wels, who was engrossed in reading the world chat on his phone. Suddenly, I noticed a subtle gasp escape his lips. "What happened?" I asked, my anxiety spiking.

"Xavier left the server..." Wels replied, his voice barely above a whisper. The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of abandonment and betrayal. Hels froze, his back still turned to us, but I could see his shoulders trembling.

"He what?" Hels asked, staring at the eggs. His voice was scarily steady, a dangerous calm that made my heart pound.

"Look at your com. Evil Xisuma has left the game," Wels said.

Hels' reaction was immediate and explosive. He threw his spoon into the pan with a loud clatter and then hurled the entire pan into the sink, eggs and bacon splattering everywhere. Refusing to cook anymore, he turned off the burners and stormed out of the kitchen, heading to get ready for the day, whatever it might bring. I was honestly a bit surprised by the sudden outburst. And then I heard the swearing.

"That fucking dumb ass! He knows going alone is stupid!!!" Hels shouted, his voice echoing through the house.

The raw emotion in his voice made my chest tighten. I followed him to his room, where he was angrily throwing on clothes, his movements jerky and aggressive. "Hels, calm down. We can fix this," I said, trying to soothe him, but in truth, I didn't know how to soothe him. He was different than his brother, more volatile, more intense.

Hels stormed off into the bathroom, quickly changing and putting on his armor. When he came back out, the look in his eyes was one of sheer determination and raw anger. "I'm going after him. He's going to get himself killed if he goes off alone. He's already had a panic attack over all these coordinates the stupid fucking videos gave him," Hels said, his voice trembling with rage and fear.

The intensity in his voice and the fire in his eyes were terrifying. I didn't know how my brother handled this guy with all these outbursts. Hels seemed like a storm barely contained, ready to unleash at any moment.

"Hels, wait," I said, trying to stop him. "We need a plan. Charging in blindly won't help anyone."

He whirled around, eyes blazing. "We don't have time for a plan! He's out there right now, alone and vulnerable. I can't just sit here and do nothing!"