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This chapter is really vague on purpose.
38: Death
He was well acquainted with death, had seen it ruin lives time and time again. He was only nineteen, but he couldn't even say the number of lives he had seen lost. Some had hit him harder than others, of course, but he was always able to bounce back. He smiled, pretending everything was okay. Living in a world of the supernatural, where werewolves and banshees and kitsunes were normal, was hard, but he could do it. He could handle death.
He could even handle his own, when it came. But only because he knew it kept his brother safe.