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.