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In all the years that Kaeya has been alive, he has never felt more than in this moment. Pain, relief, sadness, disgust towards himself all clouded his mind as he stumbled through a vaguely planned confession. His mind screamed for him to stop as his eyes registered the look of anger and betrayal that was spread upon his brother’s face. This was supposed to be his time of mourning. His time to process their now late father’s unfortunate and untimely demise, but Kaeya couldn’t stop himself as his secrets continued to pour from his lips like a forbidden mantra.
Somewhere deep inside himself, Kaeya had wished that Diluc would be pushed far enough to the point of no return and lash out in a rage. He hated it, hated himself for thinking it. Not because he wanted to receive punishment for his wrongs, but because he was trying to force blood into the hands of another, his brother nonetheless. He continued though. Watching the contortion of pure emotion on the red head’s face. The tears that had glistened just moments ago have now dried, temporarily commemorating his sadness. Oh, how Kaeya wished to call him brother once more but his sword was already drawn. There was no going back from here. Kaeya had finally lost the last of his family.