Arlan hugged his sister and patted her head. "You are no longer alone. You have us and your family."
"I know," she said and continued to cry for a while and then looked at him. "I just don't want you to lose yourself, Arlan. Seeing you wallow like this breaks my heart. I feel like...like the more I see you, the faster I am losing my brother. Do not let anger control you. You are more than the revenge you seek. I don't want to lose you."
"I will always be your younger brother."
Alvera reached up to rub his head, the same way she did when they were younger.
"I remember when you were a little boy, you had a terrible temper. After meeting Dray, you changed for the better, but only slightly. You became playful and naughty, but at least you could control your bloodlust behind your smile and schemes.
