Gilbert stared down at the grave.

Forkert Beilschmidt it read.

Hard to believe it had been three years today that his father had committed suicide. Ludwig, who was now seven and holding onto Gilbert's hand, decided to ask:

"What was he like? I don't remember a lot about our father..."

Gilbert gave his brothers hand a little squeeze. "He was a very caring father. He may not have shown it in public often, but he was very affectionate. And he cared about you a lot, Ludwig. When you first came along, he was always fussing over if you were comfy in your crib or not, he'd keep you with him almost 24/7, he worried over the silliest things when it came to you." the albino chuckled.

Ludwig only nodded, continuing to stare at the grave with his brother.