"Deon, go home as soon as the physician is done treating you. You have no business here."

The older brother says with a cold tone and a menacing glare with his forest green eyes to his little brother. The albino scoffs and rolls his crimson eyes, crossing his arms over his chest and refusing to listen.

"Stop being stubborn and do as I say. Now."

The younger white haired man doesn't seem to know that assassins have been sent his way, and that the older brunette just wants the best for him. Cruel won't be the one to tell him, though. The amount of guilt he carries causes him to bear the weight of his younger brother's hate on his own. If there's anyone Deon needs to loathe, he volunteers to be it. He cares too much for the younger man and loves him too much that he believes he's to blame for his younger brother's pain. That's why he's doing his best to make Deon hate him and blame him for everything.