"Why huh? why wouldn't I? would it make you feel better knowing I was trapped in some fucking dungeon and that our baby sister was there? would it make you feel better to know that I was helpless even when they tried forcing themselves on her?
would it make you any better knowing that I had to stay there to keep an eye on them and that I had to fucking behave myself so they would lay off of our sister? would it?
tell me, brother, would it make any difference if I told you I was scared of dying, that I was fucking scared of being alive, and more than anything that I was scared of what could happen to the sister that never knew about me?"
Damien was equally furious.
he had never forgiven himself for being helpless he had never forgiven himself for not being able to help his sister despite her being so close to him. it broke him knowing how useless he was.