I'll admit it. These drabbles have been pretty easy up until this point. Sorry if it doesn't make sense. It kinda does in my head... at least, it did at ten o'clock last night :)
All he ever wanted was his brother. His brother, and to do his job.
All he ever wanted was his brother. His brother, and to do his job.
Saving people and hunting things was the family business. It was what he did, and he did it well.
Usually.
Sometimes he messed up. Sometimes people died. He tried to save them, though, tried his hardest. He had to help as many people as he could before his year was up.
Some people, however, weren't worth saving. Some people were weak and desperate and sloppy and needy and damaged. Some people deserved to die. Some people were failures. No matter what anyone else said. It was because of this that he knew he was selfish.
