A/N: And then I listened to more Bastille, and this happened. I am so sorry. There can never be enough Fili tragedy.
There is no love like a brother's
You don't have time to remember, now, the moment when you first understood.
It will end this way, or worse. It will end ugly, or uglier.
It will end.
There is
It is greater than duty, greater than fear. It makes you strong, if only for a moment.
No love
The space behind your eyes goes very dark and very still, and you are slipping, fading, breaking. The pain is more than anything you have ever known, or will ever know again.
You are glad he does not have to see, but you wish you could see him.
There is no love like a brother's
It ends.