[For some time, he's content to bundle up close on top of Higekiri. But as the brother continues to talk, he peels himself up enough he can look down into Higekiri's face, his own expression soft and compassionate. A tad distressed at the edges.

The kiss to his forehead and lips are gladly received, but don't do anything to settle his worry even if it lights up his face and brings a sting to his eyes.]

I don't like the story they are telling us... about the brothers. [It has already bothered him, and he kept trying to put it out of his mind rather than think about it in the middle of the night while attempting to sleep.] Elder brother. I won't be unkind in a world with you in it.

[He knows Higekiri is talking about a world without, warning against it. But. Higekiri is concerned for him, about him growing unkind, unruly, bitter, unforgiving. But...]

You can't either, elder brother. [He presses a kiss to Higekiri's lips.] If anything happens to me, you have to continue. Yes? You have to be kind, and you have to be careful, and you have to remember. Even if you forget the words.

[He brushes his fingers over Higekiri's chest.]

Here. Remember.