... A sister never forgets her older brother. No matter how long it's been.

[ it's empathy and confession, all at once. she releases the mug, instead folding her arms together on the table, left over right. ]

But I know what you mean. At least, I think I do. If you don't grow up together, then... things that were balanced before, won't be. So many things happen. Things once left in an endless sunlight are hidden, in the dark places nobody can see. Hopes, beliefs... even attitudes. They'll all be different. That person won't look at you with the same eyes. ... But, neither do you.

... Do you regret it? Meeting her again?