He goes quiet. “Do I remind you of him sometimes?” I debate his question. “Yes, but you have something he never did.” “What’s that?” he inquires, looking at me. “Me.” I smirk. “He had no one to drag him back down, to stop him before he went too far. You have his hunger, his smarts, and yes, his anger. But you also have a family that genuinely cares for you. We are all a bit messed up, but we know how to keep each other sane. You never have to worry about being him, I would never let you. I would kill you first,” I vow, and he smiles, a genuine one,
Brotherly Love
