"Won't you listen to even just a word of what I have to say?"
The young girl's voice was low, coarse from the intensity of the emotions she fought to repress. Her frame stood before him, in ripped and tattered clothes clinging to a starving frame. She looked pitiful and broken.
It disgusted him.
"What could you possibly have to say to me that I have yet to hear before?"
The girl started at the harsh words. Never had he regarded her so cruelly, so disconnected. Were they not kin? How could he abandon her like that?
"But, aniki, I thought-"
"Whatever that may be. It is of no consequence to me. It would serve you well to let me take my leave. And it is in your best interest and preservation to never bother me with your frivolities again. It is over."
The young girl stood there at those words, frozen by the startling sense of change that his departure had set off.
No one. She had but no one anymore. The rest of her kin were well below the ground, rotted and dead from the war that had taken place many years ago. She had grown up not with anything but her aniki… her beautiful, blessed aniki.
And through some troubling occurrence that she was ignorant of, she had been discarded and left to face whatever Lady Fate had set aside for her. He had surely, intentionally left her to demise.
She smiled at that, a twisted sort of grimace that comes when your mind descents into the sort of madness that is brought forth by the thought of facing a lonely, forgotten death.
She clucked her tongue in disapproval, her weakened body straightening to accommodate the confidence and drive that her mind had just assumed.
"Well, that certainly won't do, will it?"
Dearest Aniki, I dare say, we will meet again…