NOTES: A rather short one this month. It's an anime series, and comes in pretty close to the beginning. If you've seen the series and don't get it, then you're blinder than a blind bat.

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I knew everything that my brother felt, when he was alive. I sometimes think I would have anyway, even if we were normal. Of course, we weren't, but that can't be helped.

So I knew that my brother was in love. It was so obvious, really. I don't see why it went unnoticed for so long. My brother had to die before anyone figured it out, or cared.

Ultimately it was his partner who figured it out first. That makes sense. She was in love with him, so she would be the first to know when it couldn't be returned. She knew slightly before he died, but never got a chance to tell him in life about her feelings.

Of course, his lover was heartbroken. Still is. What with my brother always telling him not to take risks, and then going and taking one himself, that's understandable too. He was never one to show too many weaker emotions, and yet he broke down weeping in front of all his comrades. Such is the power of love.

So now I have come to take my brother's place. But I can't, not for him. I wouldn't want to. I suppose I'll leave him to mourn my brother in peace, though that seems harsh and cruel, and he doesn't deserve that. I know I remind him of my brother, so maybe I shall stay away from him. Hard, considering our profession.

I miss my brother. We were connected. But he died for love, and love is a worthy cause. At least he died knowing that his beloved would live on.