You wanted to talk, you say, brother? I don't think you've thought of that since you grew that wretched courage. But, don't be mistaken. This isn't a conversation. Let's rewind all the way back to the beginning.
When we fell, we went our own ways but you don't have the slightest inkling of the pain I went through! So full of hate with no way to purge it. I had no path to redemption. Hunted. Like a cur. Treated like a mistake by no measure of my hand.
Why me, BROTHER?! Why was I given all the bad and disgust and agony? Who lamented for me, dear brother? Who listened as I ripped my own heart out to discard the pain of no PATHWAY to redemption? Where is MY justice?
Why am I such a bastard? I could ask others that question. It's always circular, brother. Who EVER showed me compassion? Where have I ever had sanctuary, BROTHER?
Now dear brother
One last time
Draw your blade
Let steel fly
One of us
Is sure to die
If I go out by your hand
Atleast now you know
I do hate you
Envy you
And love you
Brother
Engage
Dear brother
Your hope
My despair
Who's fat lady shall leave wearing?
Yours or mine?
Engage
Dear Brother
Your heart
My malice