His tone fell more somber. "...Nah. He's not here anymore. Died a couple years back." A little more than that, but Mondo's perspective felt different than reality.

Talking about how he died would be something else, he began to realize. Now that he wasn't trying to cover up a big secret, what would he tell people? Would the truth come out? It was such a foreign concept, to tell just anyone the real circumstances of his brother's death than the fake one he'd always spouted. It felt too weird to be natural and opened up feelings of insecurity again, the kneejerk kind that made him want to preserve the gang that... wasn't here anymore either. For now, he played it safe and didn't push on the topic any more unless prodded to.