[Takatora shivers at the touch, shifting position enough that he can wrap both arms around his brother. He tugs at Mitsuzane, trying to pull him closer.]

... do you think I'd get hurt if I stay close to you?

[Mitsuzane had struck him. ... and it had broken his heart to be yelled at like that. It seemed as though an entirely different person. Maybe the little brother he had loved once was gone.]

I don't mind the weight. If I can help anyone, somehow, I'll do what I can for them.