"Of course I was bitter," Katsuya says, head bowed. "I had my dreams, my desires--who wouldn't be bitter to have to give all of that up? Who wouldn't be angry at having to throw their life away?" Tatsuya watches his brother's trembling hands, a vague sense of dread crawling up the back of his throat.

The silence that follows the gunshot is just as deafening.

Katsuya glares at the smoking hole he leaves in his copy's chest. "But don't you ever dare to presume that you would use my brother against me."