Do you know who I am?
Have you ever wondered who I was behind this ridiculous mask?
Sometimes I ask myself just that, who am I?
It seems like so long since I left, and you seem like you don't even remember me.
You seem so happy, so carefree, even when your life hangs by a thread.
Each time you even get into a little bit of trouble I vow that I will leave you alone, and yet each time I do it again.
I rescue you, I save you from ever knowing real pain and real rejection.
I see how our father looks at you, you are his golden boy, he made the Mach 5 even better then before, just so you could win.
All I want to do is to beat you, to prove to father that it was a good idea to become a racer.
How would you react if I told you who I was?
What I was?
So many nights I have dreamed of telling you, and every time your answer is different.
I love you little brother, why do you think I let you win?
You are my brother, so I have little choice in the matter.
And yet you make me so proud, I want to hate you but I can not.
You are so free when I see you, when you drive it is a beautiful thing.
Your joy is infectious when you hands hit the wheel.
It makes me jealous, you drive to make yourself happy, I just drive to prove dad wrong.
I wish I could tell you about all the times I've saved you, you certainly know how to get into trouble.
Maybe one day I'll tell you, maybe one day I'll feel right enough and proud enough to reveal the truth.
Until then I'll stick to the shadows, and watch.
And don't worry Speed, I'll always look out for you, no matter what, you are my brother.
And I am proud of that.