“Please, Ben,” I plead. “Come with me. We’ll get Bree and make it out of this. We’ll survive together.” “I can say the same thing,” he says. “I can ask you to come with me. Why is your sister more important than my brother?” It is a good point. He loves his brother as much as I love my sister. And I understand. There’s nothing I can say to that. The reality hits me that we will part ways at dawn. And I will probably never see him again.
no one is more important then another
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