"I--" Rin starts, before quieting again. He lowers his head slightly, dark blue eyes half-lidded with thought. Resentful, but contemplative. He doesn't like having to think about these things, but once he's made to, he doesn't totally refuse.

Sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, he worries it carefully. "I don't know how Yukio feels. I used to think I did But he was lying to me. For years. For practically our whole lives. And there's no way for me to know .. how much of it all was Yukio, and how much of it was just something Yukio was pretending at, to keep me complacent. The way our dad wanted things. I know dad didn't treat us similarly. But I don't know what Yukio thinks of that. Probably that dad was way too easy on me. If I was Yukio .. I think I'd be angry. Angry at dad. Maybe angry at myself. But Yukio's not me."