It supposed to be a joke.
A simple prank.
Now look at her. She’s suffering over her loss. The loss of her lover.
And I caused it.
I went to her and patted her head gently. She looked up at me with tears. She said, “Brother…”
I love her. I know its a sin–loving her and killing her lover. I know I am crazy. I know I should’ve never fell in love with her.
But I love her. What is done is done.
And I do not regret it.
She wept some more and said, “I curse not the killer, but Kami-sama. He should have stopped all this from happening!”
I smiled and I gave her a piece of holy host. I said, “Its holy. I know you despise it, but you need it. To replenish your soul.”
She growled and slapped it away. She said, “I dont need it. Only you.”
I thank you, Kami.
For making my sister hate you, and love me.