Brothers
We two are
Bound by blood
But not much else.
Once I wished
That we were similar,
But now I see
How we are different—
And it is repugnant.
I would not be like you,
Not for the riches
Of a thousand lifetimes.
There was a time
I would have given anything
To call you
Brother.
How cruel fate is,
To grant my wish
When I no longer wish it.
It means nothing
That your blood
Courses through my veins,
That our faces are
So startlingly similar,
That we share
The same lineage.
The only tie to you
That I cannot sever
Is that of blood,
But it binds me no more
To you than to my father.
Your father.
Not mine.
Father, mother,
Sister, brother,
The words are
Deeper than blood.
You are not my brother.
Roran is.
He was not my father.
Garrow was.
Blood runs
Thicker than water.
But love runs
Thicker than blood.
