That was more painful to watch than I ever anticipated. Not just because of the memories of Celeste, not because I almost hurt Hayley, but...to see my brother cry....to see how truly broken he was...to see how much we--how much I hurt him.
There has been few points in my life that I have seen my brother cry. The last time was when Henrik died. When we were still humans.
No matter how much my brother has hurt me...I promised to stand beside him forever. So far I suspect I've done a piss poor job of it.