[Right now Yuto realizes how little he actually knows about Yuya. They may share the same ideals and have the same face, but the lives they lived were so much different, with different experiences, different hopes and fears.
Yuto doesn't know how it feels to be left by your own father, to be told cruel things by someone important to you, but that doesn't change anything. He wants to help Yuya, comfort him, convince him that he isn't at fault here at all. The person who did something wrong is obviously Yuya's father.
Frowning in worry more and more with every minute, Yuto moves a little closer to his twin. With his free hand he tries to catch Yuya's hand and squeeze it lightly, hoping silently that the action would make Yuya look at him.]
No. It can't be the reason, because you're not worthless and you’re not a coward. Don't you remember? Back then, I gave you my Dark Rebellion, because I believe you can change the everyone's future for the better. [His voice is firm. There is no doubt in his words.] You saved me so many times, too...
[He closes his eyes and falling silent for a brief moment.]
I don't know anything about your father, but... [He pauses. He probably shouldn't say this, but he has to.] ...a real father wouldn't act like he did.
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Yuto doesn't know how it feels to be left by your own father, to be told cruel things by someone important to you, but that doesn't change anything. He wants to help Yuya, comfort him, convince him that he isn't at fault here at all. The person who did something wrong is obviously Yuya's father.
Frowning in worry more and more with every minute, Yuto moves a little closer to his twin. With his free hand he tries to catch Yuya's hand and squeeze it lightly, hoping silently that the action would make Yuya look at him.]
No. It can't be the reason, because you're not worthless and you’re not a coward. Don't you remember? Back then, I gave you my Dark Rebellion, because I believe you can change the everyone's future for the better. [His voice is firm. There is no doubt in his words.] You saved me so many times, too...
[He closes his eyes and falling silent for a brief moment.]
I don't know anything about your father, but... [He pauses. He probably shouldn't say this, but he has to.] ...a real father wouldn't act like he did.
[He says that quietly, trying no to sound angry.]