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Scott didn't know how to describe how he felt. He had just watched Acho die with his two eyes, he tried to stop star. He really did, reaching out for star even though star was gone before he could even pull them back. Acho was gone. And it was Scott's fault.
And it would always be his fault. Scott was such a failure of a role model, a failure of an older brother. Acho ran away, not caring about the life he left behind because Scott didn't even try to get their parents to include him. He didn't even try to include him.
Despite it having been over a year since his brother's death, Scott still couldn't help but feel like he could have stopped him. He could have stood his ground more firm, maybe he could have pushed Acho back off he had just moved if he wasn't frozen in place maybe his brother would still be here.
And if Scott could go back, he'd go back to when they were still young. When he still had a chance to get to know the younger, when he had a chance to change his fate. But he couldn't go back, and he'd have to live with the guilt of Acho's blood being on his hands.