[He's not sure what he's expecting in response, and yet somehow, this still isn't it. Angling his face up to look back at Amaimon's expression, he finds himself confused by what he sees.]
[It's something he found himself questioning back when he believed Amaimon had died here all those months ago. How did he really feel about his brother? About his family? When death was impossible, when he could easily go centuries without seeing their faces-- how much did he really care about them? Even at the time, Mephisto didn't know how to react properly to the loss beyond the act he'd put up around Yona, acting the role of a man who had lost his brother.]
[And yet he remembers all too clearly that despair he felt in the jungles outside Wyver. When that creature attacked him and forced him to confront all his fears and the pain of losing Assiah, bringing him to tears... back then, those tears had been for Amaimon as well, hadn't they?]
[Closing his eyes, he lets out a soft sigh before reaching up to rest a gloved hand over one of Amaimon's.]
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[It's something he found himself questioning back when he believed Amaimon had died here all those months ago. How did he really feel about his brother? About his family? When death was impossible, when he could easily go centuries without seeing their faces-- how much did he really care about them? Even at the time, Mephisto didn't know how to react properly to the loss beyond the act he'd put up around Yona, acting the role of a man who had lost his brother.]
[And yet he remembers all too clearly that despair he felt in the jungles outside Wyver. When that creature attacked him and forced him to confront all his fears and the pain of losing Assiah, bringing him to tears... back then, those tears had been for Amaimon as well, hadn't they?]
[Closing his eyes, he lets out a soft sigh before reaching up to rest a gloved hand over one of Amaimon's.]
I am. Just as you are.
[...]
...I missed you.