“Hey Diluc, dont you ever wish it was me instead?”
Diluc paused and looked up. He arched a brow at the possibly drunken male in his bar. “Sir Kaeya, are you drunk?”
“Please..don’t call me that..”
The tavern owner sighed and placed the wine glass down. “What’re you talking about?”
Kaeya looked up at the other. “Don’t you wish that it was me instead of dad? I don’t belong anywhere, everything would’ve been much better if dad had lived.”
“Kaeya, what’re you saying?”
“We’ll still be brothers after death, right..?”
Diluc froze, staring at the other with widened eyes. No, not again. Not again, not again. His mind raced as blood spilled all over his counters and floor.
Not again..