your little brother was a bit of a sheep. following wilbur wherever he goes. and you always felt the urge to protect him. he was only a child. a small child. he was 16, you were around 18.

as you stood in the planning room, just waiting for the dream team to start their attacks. you watch tommy, the glint in his eyes slowly fading away. god, you’d warned him time and time again about how much of a bad idea this was. this whole L’manburg war was so stupid in your opinion.