No, I'll never leave you; No, I'll never let anyone hurt you; No, I'll never let us be apart; No, I'll never run away without you; No, I'll never forget about you
Brother has always been so caring, so strong, and so very kind. At times he wants to thank fate for giving him the eye that brought about misfortune— he'd like to think that Brother cared more for him because of it.
Brother loved him, and they only had each other.
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No, you shouldn't come with me; No, I can take care of it myself; No, you'll only be a distraction; No, I don't need your help
He thinks that Brother is so generous— he doesn't want Vincent to get hurt. Doesn't want him in danger. Wants him to always be safe.
Vincent nods and agrees and waits, thinking about how lucky he was that his brother was such a kind person.
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No, get away; No, stay right there; No, I don't need you here; No, you can't do that; No, we can't play right now
Brother wants to make Jack happy, and he's good at it, but Vincent is such a useless child— he shouldn't bother his brother. He'll just do as he says, and later, when it's time for bed, he'll climb into bed with him and they'll sleep together as they always have.
The door is locked.
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No, I don't remember him at all
He doesn't. And it doesn't matter, Vincent thinks, because—
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No, I won't let you hurt Master!
No, I'll kill her, I'll really kill her— she can't say that about my brother!
No, I'll do it myself, Vincent
No, I'll never forget about you— you're my brother
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—there is nothing to remember.
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Author's Notes: Dug up some drabbles for the Nightray's. Ahh, Vincent. Selective memory suits you. And, wtf, FF, where are my beautiful cross-breaks.