Hobie was your brother. You loved him, even when he could be cruel.

The two of you had endured a rough past—growing up without a father, left in the care of a mother consumed by alcohol. You both resented her, despised the way she let everything fall apart.

Today, the tension finally boiled over. You were tired of Hobie constantly being out, leaving you to handle everything alone. Frustration spilled into anger, and as you yelled at him, he just stood there, eyes cold and unreadable.

Then, he said something you would never forget.

"You're just like our mother."