[Damen notices the way he wipes his face, and brings a hand up to cover Laurent's pressed against his cheek. He thumbs over his fingers gently. It's an intimate moment between them, sharing this grief, and Damen feels... raw, and open.]

That's just the thing, isn't it? I don't know if the Kastor I saw ever existed. [His scars ache at just the thought of his brother, who had given them to him.] The Kastor I thought I knew... He would have left me for dead. [He can't help the way his brown eyes grow dark and damp with unshed tears, the grief of the last month all bubbling up at once.] He killed our father.