But he wants to. He wants to so bad. He just wish sometimes that the world as it was would stop. If everyone lived like they were supposed to with nature, with no idea of power or hierarchy or money, then maybe death wouldn't be something that so many feared. He quiets down as his brother hugs him. Slowly his sobs come to a stop, and he's wiping the last of the tears from his eyes with a sniff. His eyes are half closed and for the first time he looks truly tired. Somehow older than before.

"You don't remember anything from back then, do you?"