He wished he could take back the words uttered by the "other". He wished he hadn't to look in his brother's eyes and see that maybe a tiny truth is hiding in there about what's been spit. He wished he could erase what's howling through his mind right now. Feeling guilty already.
They both know that riding down that road could kill them. Not physically of course. Still…
They both silently agreed that they're stuck with each other for the good cause. Hunting creatures. Caring for each other. Trying to give the concept of Family one last chance to survive.
