I feel the memory serum rain down on us. It feels like the light mist we would feel in the early spring. We, as in Caleb and I. I now realize that the mist falling on my shoulders doesn't mean relief or a final peace, but the death, the murder of my only brother, the only other Prior. It feels surreal, like I will walk through the door and see his crooked smiled, and tousled, unkempt hair. I imagine seeing him as his 12-year-old self, the abnegation boy whom I looked up to and admired, not the 16-year-old boy, who I saw at the end of the erudite room, as pure fear pulsed through my veins. I grab the door knob to the room that holds my brother's untouched corpse, the storage room (is that what you call in, I forgot ~iamdauntless4life). The knob is the portal to a new world for me, a world where I am truly the only one left, and a world without my Caleb. Through the window, I see his body lying there, lifeless and disconnected. It hits me like a bullet slowly passing through my body, before now, I never grasped his death, like it was an idea and not reality. But now the proof is 10 feet apart from me. No denial, no going back. I feel a hand rest on my shoulder as I stare at his dead body. A firm hand, calloused and rough from many train knobs, but that sends electricity through my shoulder, spreading to the rest of my body. Or at least it would have if I wasn't feeling numb. Snap out of it! You hate him, he betray you, and he let you suffer in the hands of the erudite. He is EVIL! I shake my head, almost trying to clear my head of these thought like they are smoke clogging up my brain. No, I think, he saved you, he sacrificed himself for you, he is good. I remember when he repeated mother's sayings, "Every person has a little evil in them, and you have to realize the evil in yourself in order to forgive others." (Sorry if I go this wrong, I left my book in Israel, so I'm sort of paraphrasing from memory ~iamdauntless4life) My hand automatically reaches for my collar bone, for my raven tattoos, one for each family member I left behind.