I didn't know how, but I wasn't going to let him leave. He always thinks he can do these things by himself, but he's wrong. Or maybe I'm wrong. I don't know. All I know is that he's my family. My only family. My brother trudged through the dark, metallic cavern. Our home. In the old days, they called these caves the "Suvas". This was the last one left of them. It was cold as ice, and smelled the way blood tastes.
"Please, brother... You can't go out there..." I desperately reached toward him, resting my hand on his back. His body was warm, with passion, or anger, I couldn’t tell. But it felt as though he were a furnace’s flame in this winter cold. He shrugged me off. "You can't talk me out of this, Kerora. You're not going to." He paused. "But you don't-" I attempted to protest, cut off by his sharp words. "I've talked to you about this. You knew this time would come, and I know you don’t want to accept it. But now it's here, a