Our family ties have always been the non-ordinary kind.

Blood is just one constant. Blood we share, blood we draw.

Tears are tinged with tacit meaning: loss, dispute, fear, reunion.

Time is the only bloody bitch that we can't manage to finish off. Because it turns us into submissive toys.

So we hang on to the only precious buoy we have left: family. Even if we are three stubborn idiots, it's the only place in the universe where we feel safe. The only place that'll be worth saving.

Hunting…

Saving…

The last word of our motto is forever the best.