Empty. He had become numb a long time ago from that. Why did they even carry on with it if he didn't react? Why didn't he just give up earlier, when he had all the chance and excuses in the world? Why didn't they just stop trying to include him in their activities, he wasn't bringing anything original to the team.

He ran a shaking hand through his white hair, tears streaming down his face as he felt next to no emotion. His breathing slowed to almost stilling, he was struggling to push the void inside of him back.

He desperately wanted his brother to take back what was supposed to be 'mercy' though it just made things worse. He wanted more than anything to be able to jump off of the cliff, die instantly and never respawn. The albino wished for nothing more to fade out of existence, with no trace or memory of him left.

Instead, he thrust all of those thoughts back again and plastered a smile onto his face while re-equipping his helmet. His brother would never need to know about the reason that his arms were almost permanently red, nor why he was always losing health to nothing in particular.

His brother would just take pity on him again. That was the only reason he was still alive anyway, his brother ended his 'visit' to the void too soon. Just a few more days and he would have never been known anymore.

If he was just forgotten for two more days, he would have been erased forever. If he was remembered two days before, it would have been possible for him to have been saved. For him to ever have the chance to recover, his brother would have needed to save him days before he came.