"It's Lars we're talking about. You know how easily he descends into a bottomless pit of anger and hatred. Don't worry about it, Berwald. He'll find his way out of it, just like he always does."
They tell me not to fret over it, but how can I simply let it go, now that you're starting to frighten me again?
You're my brother after all; that I can't deny, and you're always going be a beast on the inside, no matter how hard you try to cover it up.
I've tried desperately to put you straight so many times, yet it seems to have stopped working all-together now, regrettably.
However, pushing you into fighting your own nature might not have been the best way of dealing with things either, now that I think about it. I mean, what right do I have to mold you into someone else?
Then again, you're becoming someone I find it hard to recognize, even understand.
First you where just a bit carefree, but now you're resentful and disaffected.
But I think you're ready now. If there's one time in your life perfect for getting better, it's now.
You have so many friendly arms around you now, that just wasn't there to catch you if you fell back then.
Just let us in. Let us help you, like you used to let me help.
Maybe it's wrong of me to say that who you're becoming is not good, but I guess I'm just so worried that we're growing permanently distant that I don't even care about right, wrong or morals anymore.
We used to be close, you and I, but now we rarely even talk to each other, though you know I've been trying to for years.
Fan, why can't you listen even the least?
Let this twisted sickness inside of you pass, because I really want you back!
You'll always be my brother, no matter what, but once you where also the friend I knew the best.