Kawarama and Tobirama had shared the same hair but not the same disposition. His brother had always been braver, dark eyes shining with humour that not even their crippled childhoods had crushed.
He stood, stiller than a tree and rooted to the ground by grief.
Face set in a frown that would last through the decades, he let one brother shed his tears while the other hurled his screams. He will never learn to laugh properly, because Kawamara had always laughed for him.
Years later, he is a brother without brothers, and neither tears nor screams come to him as he looks upon Hashirama's corpse.
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