[Ogata looks back at Maya. She's right, he thinks. Maybe he only hated Yuusaku because he represented to sort of thing Ogata could never be. Maybe.
You're not like that, brother! It isn't right for someone like that to exist!
Maybe it was a lot of things. The way Yuusaku saw the world and the way he sees the world were irreconcilable. And it had been their father who'd taught it to him. Their father who had loved Yuusaku and hated Ogata. Hated him with his dying breath.]
Maybe. [He looks at the hazy form of Yuusaku. Then down at his own hands.]
He's dead now though, too. It shouldn't matter anymore. When he died, you know, he said to me... He said he really did have a worthless cold-blooded monster as a son. [He says this with... a weird sort of smile on his face. Almost like he thinks it's a funny joke.]
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You're not like that, brother! It isn't right for someone like that to exist!
Maybe it was a lot of things. The way Yuusaku saw the world and the way he sees the world were irreconcilable. And it had been their father who'd taught it to him. Their father who had loved Yuusaku and hated Ogata. Hated him with his dying breath.]
Maybe. [He looks at the hazy form of Yuusaku. Then down at his own hands.]
He's dead now though, too. It shouldn't matter anymore. When he died, you know, he said to me... He said he really did have a worthless cold-blooded monster as a son.
[He says this with... a weird sort of smile on his face. Almost like he thinks it's a funny joke.]