Character Themes: Main Series

Dear Brother (Leo's Message to K)

(Sad, nostalgic country instrumental)

It was 8th grade. 
I had come into a new place.
And I met somebody. 
Who I loved more than anything. 

That was you K.

We were brothers. 
To stand side by side forever.
I could feel it in my heart,
And within my very soul.

We were family. 

One day in high school. 
You mentioned tasting wine.
Not that alcohol free kind.
Which I prefer to call fancy juice. 

Tried to repress.
To avoid it.
But I knew I had to act.
So I confronted you. 

And then you were gone.

I held my pen.
I gripped it in my hand. 
To accelerate natural progression. 
And seek happiness. 

It made the ringing fade.
My mind and family began to break.
So I vowed to be the guardian.
And function best I could.

It was to late.
I became dependent upon,
My brother who I loved.
My brother who was gone.

I had a dream.

In my arms you were dying.
I began to weep and plead.
God gave a promise to me.
And that's all I got.

He promised me.
That everyone I meet,
Who is ripped away.
Will go to Heaven if I do.

Where we'll be family again.

I then awoke from this dream.
I tried my hardest to make you whole again.
But it wouldn't do any good.
As desperately I reached for you.

You were lost.

So I clung to this Promise.
The Promise that God had given.
A new family was forged.
One much like our old one.

Tell me do you recall?

I tried to grow. 
Balance my obsession.
But everyone I failed I could recall.
My memory infallible. 

Photographically,
I could remember everything. 
Of those I couldn't save.
Down to a T.

Except a few names. 

Then I awoke.
Weeping in the morning.
An echo of a memory.
Of when we were bros.

My little bro.
The one who calls me dad.
You know he liked you a fair bit.
If only you had listened. 

He would've loved you.

Remember him?
His middle name is Hectate.
He's such a wonderful kid.
You would have loved him most of all.

He's really just the best. 

He tried to plead.
That you were not lost. 
If not for him for me.
But I told him you were gone.

And his love turned to hate.

I would've loved.
For you to be part of this.
Of this family I forged.
We all still love you. 

Hectate probably does. 

So I cling.
Waiting for death to sing.
To bring us home again.
To the Golden Gates of Heaven. 

To be family again.

But life is something,
To be enjoyed.
So I focus on that. 
Death best not sing soon.

I've got to much to do.

I sometimes fear.
That on the battlefield,
That is the war against abuse.
That we will meet again.

You in my way.
And there is no escape.
And you'll have to be stopped.
So with tears streaming down my face,

I'll do what must be done.

Will you still recall?
I made mistakes. 
That I won't deny.
But I loved you most of all.

That's why I'm so obsessed.

Those in my way, 
Your dad is all I see.
And I am filled with rage.
That they would hurt a kid.

Those who didn't know better.

So that's my message to you brother. 
My dear brother who I love.
I'll see you in Heaven. 
Where we'll be family again