âJust⊠Just thank you for not giving up and living.â
ââŠWho wants to hear that?â
âYes. I wanted to hear that.â
Perhaps it was an unexpected remark, but my brother, who had been huffing until now, only twitched his lips. It was very strange. We met for the first time today, but I felt my brotherâs feelings as if I had known him for a long time.
He wants to hate me but he canât.
âI wanted to hear it a lot, so thank you for living. You held out well.â
âHypocrite.â
âYou can call me a hypocrite.â
I strode up to my brother and stroked his head.
The disheveled hair moved in chunks, but it was still good.
âDonât!â
âIf you donât want me to, will you listen? I didnât even know I had an older brother.â
He wasnât talking to give answers. I just brought it up because there was one more person in the world who could understand me.â
ââŠWhat? You must have lived well!â
âYou canât believe it, but⊠you know, Brother, Iâve died a couple of times.â
âYouâre telling a story. It must have been a dream!â
I smiled at my brother, who didnât trust me.
âMaybe it is a dream, but Iâve died many times. One time, I lived up to nine years old. Another time, I died faster. The emperor of this country made me that way.â
Contrary to the expectation that he would refute anything this time too, my brother looked at me with a much calmer expression than before.
âIt sounds very absurd⊠Heh⊠Actually, I felt like a kid⊠Maybe the dream felt real. But Brother, I was really sad.â
ââŠHey.â
âI⊠didnât even know I had an older brother. It was only my mom in the world. The one you saw earlier. I lived my life thinking that sheâs my mother, and she would continue being my mother. She protected me. Every time the Emperor hit me and abused me, my mom protected me.â
I thought I couldnât tell anyone because theyâre words no one would believe.
However, my brother was born at the same time as me and lived at a different time, but had the same expression and heart, words came out strangely yet fluently.
âI⊠I guess I had a really hard time.â
He must have wanted to tell anyone because he was tired. I couldnât even tell my mom my story.
âWhy are you crying?â
My brother, who listened to me, put his hand on my head.
His rough hand, which ruffled my hair, was friendly, and tears dripped thanks to it.
âIâm not crying. Iâm just⊠just⊠I had a hard time⊠You know, so my mom⊠she died. My mom died again and again. No matter how hard I tried to save her⊠I couldnât save her. I wanted to give up⊠but I couldnât.â
ââŠâ
âI just⊠I just want to live with my mom⊠but it was very hard.â
What I wanted wasnât even big; living like others, wearing nice clothes and eating good food. All I wanted was to be with my mother, yet it was so hard.
ââŠIs that so?â
âYeah, and⊠my mom died and I died. Then, time went back⊠not long before she died, it kept doing that. But now I finally saved my mother.â
But even though I saved her, she was not happy at all. I already heard that she could die because of her body.
The thought of losing my mom made me cry. Even though I tried to hold back tears, tears continued to flow. When I dropped my head to the floor without making a sound, my brother held me in his arms.
ââŠYou dummy.â
ââŠâ
âYou did it. So why are you crying?â
âI mean⊠this isâŠâ
I felt strange. My mom once hugged me, and others once hugged me, but my brotherâs hug made my chest feel ticklish.
âYou did a great job. You lived a good life. Thank you for not giving up and living⊠Sister.â
Tears shed even more because my brother told me what I wanted to hear.
The tears that I held back finally broke out. My brother, whose edges of his lips twitched slightly as if he had noticed what I wanted to hear, was friendly and had a soft touch.
Not even a tic in his voice.
âWhy are you crying like that?â
âIâm⊠Iâm⊠Arenât I bad⊠I tried to save my mom.â