Now, this can be considered a very weirdly stylized poem, or a very broken, choppy short story. I wrote it from the point of views of two characters I have loved since I was a kid. I'll say at the end who they are if you can't guess.
Don't think about how she's out there, maybe dead, definitely alone.
Don't think about all the lies you've told to protect him. The rest must never know.
Keep it in your mind how she might be dying at this time. Maybe she has been for this entire portion of your life.
Keep your beak shut, if they know then the bad guys come back. They'll be attacked, and it'll all be your fault.
If you had been more understanding, would she had gone?
You wonder if you'll ever see them again.
But you know the answer is no.
She would have gone no matter what. If you were more stubborn, or understanding, or not.
He almost died, she almost lost her dad. You couldn't do that to them again.
So focus on the boys.
Stay close to Scrooge.
Keep them happy and healthy
Be there for him while everyone else is gone.
Focus on finding work.
Keep him functioning, act like it's just because it's another part of your job.
Stay near.
Keep your head clear.
We can't hurt them again.
We will be happy, won't we?
The bolded parts are Donald, thinking about his sister, and the boys.
The italicised parts are Launchpad thinking about Drake and Gosalyn. (Darkwing Duck and his daughter.) He talks about how he tells everyone about the show was the only real thing, and how he can never talk or visit the Mallard's again due to them almost dying once. I may write more on that idea bubble of mine later.
Basically, I love Donald and Launchpad. Plus I love angst. So I will probably write a lot of it for them.