[He isn't looking for pity, so he ignores the apology.]
Is there really nothing worth fighting for anymore? Is this just 'it'?
My brother was human. Literally a part of me. I know what it's like to steal the last of his life and feel his heartbeat fade within my arms until his body was cold. I know what it's like to wish that no matter what your relationship had been in the past, that things could have ended differently. Even if he hated me, I would have given my life for him to be happy. Yet, I was the only one left behind.
I know the pain of loss that losing that connection can do to you. It's the first time in your life you understand what it is like to really be alone. The pain...it's unbearable.
[But he's still here. Still standing...after it all.]