[Finally, he lifts his head up, looking at his twin, reaching out with his hand and entwining their fingers, squeezing softly, in silent comfort and apology all rolled into one.]
I don't know what I'm asking. [And it is the truth; he has no idea. He does know Seishirou is the type of person to not hesitate killing other dragons, not caring about them the least bit-- but he also knows he is exactly the type of person Kamui would hate.]