"I failed as an older brother"

The words lingered in your mind as you cried your heart out, cuddling the wet from your tears pillow.

The man did so much for you, he teached you so much when no one else had time. He was your brother.

And now it was all turned to dust, all you have left of him is his pictures with you, in a frame, silly little faces.

Why must Ragnarok be so harsh? Why couldn't they put out someone else to fight for gods than your older brother?

You, and Poseidon, were the only one whom visited him in Helheim that one time, and you, from time to time rambled to him about many things, even about your troubles.

Now, you couldn't do anything but cry. Cry, and curse the Human that murdered your brother.

Why must fate be so harsh?