*Gonzales's POV*

After Barrel had been resting for about five or so hours, I went to go check on him. In his bedroom, the first thing you could see was Barrel curled up into a ball under the covers in a little ball. If you listened absolutely carefully, you could hear...sobbing of some sort.

I slowly approached the bed. "Barrel, what's wrong?," I asked the lump in the covers.

"There ain't nothing wrong!," Barrel snapped. "Leave me be now, will ya?" Then from the sound of it, he began to cry harder. I placed a hand on where I guessed his shoulder would be. "Barrel," I said gently. "It's alright. If something's bothering you, you can tell me."

Barrel pulled down the blankets to his chin to reveal a teary face. "I'm sorry for snappin' at ya, Gonzales," he sniffled. "This is just really weak, and I didn't want you to think I wasn't a man. You ain't gonna make fun of me, are you?"

I shook my head. "Of course I...ain't," I said, patting his shoulder again. Barrel took a deep breath, and wiped his tears. The waterworks beginning to get heavier, Barrel chewed on the edge of the quilt.

"It's the way you and Mayo tucked me into bed after I tried to get out."

I cocked my head slightly. "Oh?"

Barrel sniffled again. "I used to have an older brother. His name was Barry. After my parents died in a fire, he was the only one who could care for me. If you haven't already been able to tell, I was a pretty stubborn kid. Was afraid of everything. Clung to Barry quite a lot.

"When I got sick, I'd always try to insist I was okay. I'd try to get out of bed, and go out to train for battle. Barry would always tuck me back in...just like you and Mayo did. He did the same stuff you did just then; take my temperature...take my shirt off...give me some medicine...and he'd make sure I fell asleep.

I loved my brother very much. He loved me just as much. We'd take good care of each other, and made sure we were comfortable. Now, one day, Barry dropped his sunglasses in a pool. He needed them sunglasses, because he was blind. So he jumped in, and couldn't see anything of course. And that's when it happened."

I rubbed Barrel's shoulder as his cue to continue. Barrel took a deep breath. "The water monster attacked him. Barry was strangled at drowned, all at once. He...was killed. The only person who would take care of me then...was myself. Ever since Barry died, I've always felt so evil inside...so I became Emperor of the Barrel Army."

Barrel sighed sadly, and pulled out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket. His tears ran down his cheeks, and he started to cry all over again. "I miss Barry," he sobbed. He held the sunglasses close to his heart, and cried even harder.

"Oh, Barrel," I whispered softly. "I-I had no idea. I'm so sorry to hear about your brother." Barrel shook his head. "Don't have to...b-be sorry," he sobbed. "I just r-really...m-miss him!" He rolled over, and buried his face in his pillow, sobbing to his heart's content.

"Oh Barrel," I whispered again, leaning down and hugging him. All I could feel was his back rising, then falling once again as he cried and cried. It broke my heart, Barrel crying over his loss. But he was very sick, and needed the struggle to get better.