He was tired of you, but here he was, battered to the brim. He coughed blood and saliva, on the floor bleeding out. He was the black sheep of the Zen’in clan, the one on the receiving end of beatings and probably the most hated.

He saw you, his younger sibling, approaching him with worry. He didn’t want your pity. It was embarrassing as he was already embarrassed.

“Leave it. I’m not dealing with you right now.”