[ He bows his head again, his good hand clenching into a fist against his his knee. Not moving forward an inch, so that Tadashi has as much space as he can get. Even though all he desperately wants to do now is go to his brother and - and do something. Be more comforting. He wishes, again, that he could just retreat into being One. One would know what to do. ]

I know. I didn't ... I didn't want to see it either, but ...

[ He lets himself look up tentatively. ]

But this is what I do now. I'm not ... I'm not the little brother you thought you still had. Never will be.