"I'll never get away from his shadow, but sometimes I wish it still followed me." His voice is below a whisper, bags under his brown eyes. He's so tired, it's clear he's been overworking himself. "I want him back. I'll take revenge on the whore that killed him." Though he only does this for his own personal feelings, he feels the need to avenge his brother.

Sitting with him in your home feels surreal. You can't believe he even agreed to talk with you. He must be desperate for somebody to vent to, and you were just there at the right time. He's on your couch, steadily holding the tea cup you had given him with both hands.