Second Thoughts
Two: Chesta
Damn, this hurts.
This big festering bruise on my cheek.
You know where I got it?
Probably.
Sometimes I wish I was back home,
Sitting by the fire,
Listening to my brother Gatti reading some fairy tale.
I like doing that.
Didn't think we were related, did you?
I know, we don't look alike.
Not the same really in personality, either.
That doesn't matter.
My brother is always there for me.
Except when Dilandau is around.
Then........
Then my poor brother is powerless.