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He’s still with Minori, when the monsters come. They don’t die, but they watch Pops die, and it’s all Yuusuke can do not to scream, or fight.
All that’s done is leave him muzzled, Minori crying into his shirt. He can’t say any words to comfort her, just softly runs a hand through her hair. She’s always been wonderful.
Maybe there’s something wrong with Yuusuke’s brain, he just doesn’t see people like most do. Almost like things, like they don’t matter. It’s been that way all his life, but he stopped fighting it when his parents died.
Yet he did love. He loved Pops, hence the violent rage. And he loved Minori, his darling little sister.
She won’t stop crying. He wishes he could, but he isn’t sure how to. Crying feels wrong on his body, but so does rage. Like it could twist him. He doesn’t want Minori to see him twisted when he’s all she has left.
Others cry. Others are silent. In shock or despair.
Yuusuke is quiet. He is quiet so his sister can cry.
He doesn’t even sleep, so he hears the monsters discuss how he is property, now.
…He refuses to be the thing.