Oh, brother mine, song of my lips, light of my eyes, the deepest peace, true home in those vast, cold skies that no longer belong to me…
I adored you for who you were - the perfect warrior - the strongest, the handsomest, the humblest, the bravest, for my sheer loyalty was yours, and yours only. I loved you for everything we did and everything we could have done together, dear brother… We deserved more.
I forgive you, love of mine, for you are what I could never be.
I offer you the pearl of my wrathful tear along with the heart the old war made bleed as the holy token of my eternal devotion. For I am still like you, beloved; made of the divine, the honest and the pure and nothing else matters.
I know you.
You look nothing like him; to me you have always been more - you were everything.
This was all his fault and I miss you so… Do you still love me, reason of my brightness now long gone?
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