don’t you understand? we have seen both the worst and best parts of each other. our souls are intertwined. you are a decaying corpse and i’m the maggots digging into your skin, feeding off your rotting flesh.
i did not ask to be this hideous creature of cracked skin and snarling voice. this prison of flesh is the only thing you ever gave me, so i will wear it until you regret that you created it.
hey, listen to me. we're gonna patch you up, okay? you'll be good as new. i'm gonna take care of you. i've got you. that's my job, right? watch out for my pain—in—the—ass little brother?