[Striders don't cry. Well, that's bullshit, but no one has ever really seen Bro Strider cry. Maybe his siblings, once upon a time. When getting through each day was a struggle and words cut deeply into an already wounded child.
But then he grew up and manned up.
But no amount of preparation had ever trained Bro to stare at the lifeless body of his own kin. A brother that could almost be his son had he refused to be considered as a father.
If Bro was being honest with himself. He was still in shock. If Bro was honest with himself, he'd seek solace.
If he was honest with himself, he wouldn't still be cradling a lifeless corpse instead of of hoping he was just asleep and that he hadn't stopped breathing or gone cold.]
2 + 10; WELP TIME FOR ALL THE FUCKING SADS MAN.
But then he grew up and manned up.
But no amount of preparation had ever trained Bro to stare at the lifeless body of his own kin. A brother that could almost be his son had he refused to be considered as a father.
If Bro was being honest with himself. He was still in shock. If Bro was honest with himself, he'd seek solace.
If he was honest with himself, he wouldn't still be cradling a lifeless corpse instead of of hoping he was just asleep and that he hadn't stopped breathing or gone cold.]