[That's the problem with dying first - you have no idea the scars you've left on others. When she turns to face him he can't help but give himself away with a laugh, a giddy chuckle. He's elated, he feels complete, they may have had their differences but this is his sister, the one he's missed with an unimaginable ache every day never even knowing if she was alive or dead.]
I can't believe it. Your own brother, and all I get is a 'What?'
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I can't believe it. Your own brother, and all I get is a 'What?'