Laying back on her, I finally began to cry again. I couldn't help but stare straight at his body. I had taken it off of the horse and placed into onto the dusty ground. It did not feel right to do and yet I had done it anyway.
My brother was killed because of me. I was the because of me. I am the big brother, I am the one who was meant to shield him from all of the violence, and yet in the end I have caused his death…
How the hell am I meant to tell our parents? What do I tell them?
I had promised them that I would bring him home. Yet I had a corpse, instead for them, and if I was honest I would not even be able to bring that back to them. I had to burn his corpse and go to the black border and start fighting the demons. I could not go home now if I did I would only bring more and more trouble down onto them.