"Is that so?" There is something sad about the way that he asks his question. Because it is a lie -- it is no memory that he actually had with his sister, but he should not spit on the charity that is being offered to him.

She looks no less twisted as before. Her voice is distorted due to how much her body has become warped. But still she calls to him, recognizing him as her little brother.

"Thank you." He gives him a tight smile as he steps forward. Kneeling down in front of her, he gently takes her hands in his own. His throat shudders a few times; it looks like he may break down crying, but he holds it together despite himself. "You look beautiful today."

There is honest happiness in her eyes when he tells her so; she tightens her grip on his hands. She tells him in that warped voice that his eyes are just as beautiful as she remembers them.

"You changed... you suffered... but that does not make you less. It does not make you something to hide away." In so many words, he tells her how he was never ashamed of her, of her suffering. He leans up so that he could kiss her gently on her forehead -- probably where he remembers she was shot.

As always, she looks happy. There is some honest sorrow, melancholy in each smile, however. Her hands gently pulling out of his grip to pet his hair. She begs him to forgive their parents for what happened. Concern bleeds its way into her expression, even though it has been smiling up to this point.

"Why, my darling sister, I have already forgiven them."

Her smile freezes and she looks so heartbroken. Her hands continue to pet his hair, like she wishes to pretend she never heard what he said.

"My sister was always a kind person. Do you ever wonder why such kindness ends up being hated by others?"