"You know, my brother was the type with a gilded exterior but rotten inside. He was utterly despicable, bullied the weak using his status as the son of a gangster, and I've witnessed his brutality from a young age. The family always indulged him, smoothed over the trouble he caused, and even made those who bore grudges against him disappear without a trace.
"But in fact, he treated me quite well at home. It's more like he was the only one who 'saw me'': he would bring me treats, accompany me in archery, horseback riding, and would come back home covered in wounds from the family's training. Despite being exhausted, he would still sit by my side, asking what I was doing and if I missed him.
"In hindsight, after giving it some thought, I realized that perhaps my brother took on the expectations of the family for me. He faced great pressure with nowhere to vent, so in the end, he committed unforgivable acts like human trash.