I think brother blames himself sometimes, though he always tries to hide it. I certainly don't blame him. It could have been anyone, but it was me.

Haru glared, feeling fearful of the people around her. But they weren't watching her. They weren't whispering at her, they weren't cursing her to a painful half death. . . They were talking about her brother. Luca laughed. "Haru, are you still crying over the cake!"