I'm not that bad, Honestly [Zanemau]

Their conversation

"Vlyad?" Zane whispered in the early morning, listening to his brother creeping out of the room they both were in to sleep in.

"Y-yeah?" Vlyad's voice was shaken. "Did you, run because of Garroth? Because he betrayed you and he died, with that?... I don't know" Zane deeply exhaled and inhaled.

"I, I ran because that, it's true. B-but, I guess he just grew of jealousy, when you were becoming a favourite of mother, and she, she..." Zane looked down, "She's what Zane?" Vlyad asked in curiosity.

"She thinks all her sons are dead, making it feel that. We don't exist. But if you said earlier that a shadow knight is reborn after death-"

"Zane, stop it. You can't try and bring them both back" Vylad's fists tightened. Closing his eyes, he then but his pale hands onto his face.

"I should've when we were younger, play Knights. I didn't, I didn't care about anyone" Zane walked slowly to Vylad.

Zane ruffled his little brothers hair, hesitantly hugging him. "We have to think about the present, because if we still daydream about it. What use will it be? It'll only make us, break down" Zane's voice turned into sorrow.

It was unusual of Zane, since in the Jury Of Nine, he had to be emotionless and experience deaths before his eyes. Changing his personality, getting hypnotised or drugged into this demonic monster.

"Th-thanks Zane" Vlyad whispered quietly, his voice muffled slightly.