Vincent hates it, hates it, hates that awful scar on his brother's chest.
Hates the fact that someone hurt his brother again, hates that it was to protect someone, just like he did for him. Hates that it almost killed him, that he almost lost him even before he could find him.
But most of all, he hates it because it was Oz Vessalius who did it.
And because it was forever.
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Author's Notes: Very short, and the title is used twice. Next drabble, coming right up.