That's the thought that sinks in, slices through the shock and starts him breathing again. The raw confused desperation and shock that had been visible on his face vanishes, shoved down under the surge of anger that Yukio feels at falling for such an obvious trick.
It can't be his brother.]
Who are you really? [He asks, not taking his eyes off the person who can't possibly be Rin, even as "Yamada" comes up beside him, fully disguised.]
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That's the thought that sinks in, slices through the shock and starts him breathing again. The raw confused desperation and shock that had been visible on his face vanishes, shoved down under the surge of anger that Yukio feels at falling for such an obvious trick.
It can't be his brother.]
Who are you really? [He asks, not taking his eyes off the person who can't possibly be Rin, even as "Yamada" comes up beside him, fully disguised.]
I know you're not... [not his brother.]
What do you have to gain from looking like this?