For the first time since Rin had entered this world...
He remembered his brother. Not completely. Not clearly. But enough.
A small house.
A summer afternoon.
A wooden sword.
A boy with messy dark hair running after him.
Big brother! Wait!
Rin closed his eyes. The memory was warm. Painfully warm.
Then another memory came.
Rain.
A broken window. Sol crying. Rin holding his little brother's hand.
"Don't be scared."
Then another.
Fire.
Darkness.
Someone screaming his name.
"RUN!"
Rin's eyes snapped open. He was back inside the Archive. The golden light was still surrounding them.
Noctis stood beside him. Sol was on his other side. And somewhere beyond the golden barrier...
The God was silent. Too silent. Rin slowly looked at Sol.
"You were really my little brother."
Sol smiled weakly.
"I told you I was annoying."
"You were."
"I still am."
"Very."
"Good."
Rin frowned.
"Why are you smiling?"
Sol shrugged.
"Because you remembered."
Rin's chest tightened.
