"I... nothing. Nevermind it Aimé," Augustin said, stopping and glancing back. He frowned and stood infront of his brother. "YOU have made it very clear you don't want me around, and Antoine has made it clear it doesn't want me in this family." He reached in and put his hand to Aimé's heart. "I would never see you hurt; haven't I always told you that? I'm sorry if you have been and if I was the cause of it. I should have known better than coming here. You and Antoine have been better without me."
It hurt him to say those things, but it hurt even more to know that one of the people he loved and cared about most in the world thought so little of him, hated him, and Augustin couldn't deal with that, not from Aimé.