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What is left after everything is lost?
Why?
That was everything I could think. Strong arms protectively held me. They tried to prove everything will be alright.
What a lie! Nothing will be alright. Not after this. Not after I saw death body of my brother.
That's right, my worst scare had come true. My beloved big brother, Totsuka Tatara, had died.
His limb body has brought to bar Homra. It was horrible. His clothes were soaked with blood and his eyes had lost the light behind them.
I remember how I cried, ran to him, tried to prove he wasn't death. And how Mikoto had to yank me away. I screamed, kicked, bit but nothing helped. He didn't let me go.
He brought me to his room and tried calm me down.
Now he was hugging me and whispering promises to get revenge.
But that didn't help. It didn't ease the pain.
My eyes were empty and stared wall. Blank expression. Not any emotions were showed.
Broken dolls are painful to see. Their souls are stolen and so they can't look like loved.
Mama… My Mama said those words when Papa died.
Now I know what you meant Mama. I know how you must feel.
I am broken doll. Nothing more, nothing less. Glass from outside, empty from inside.
"(Name)… I promise. I will kill the murder even if it's last thing. I won't let anyone to make harm to you anymore" Mikoto's words slowly flowed to my head again.
I nodded.
Broken doll or not, I still have Mikoto… Right?
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