"How are you okay with this?"
The words forced their way out before he could stop them. He couldn't look at Kuro's face. That blank, expressionless, nothing face. And not being able to read this rock of a face only made Shiro angrier. He had statues with more expression than this, and he owned them.
"Because this is what's best for the future of our nation and our clan," Kuro replied. Casually. Like he was talking about the weather, not the offering of his own children to some creepy god.
Shiro stared at him, just wondering how someone could be this heartless.
"Have you lost your mind?"
His voice came out quieter than he expected. Which somehow made it worse.
"They are kids, Kuro." He stepped closer, looking straight into the blindfold where his brother's eyes should have been. "Your kids, man. You held them. You named them."
"I have never held them." Kuro's voice didn't waver. Didn't crack. Didn't do anything at all. "Nor have I named them."
