Amends

I know he won't read this. He can't because dead people don't see. At least not what you want them to. It's like he's still peering into my soul but I know that even his ghost is too pure to lurk here. Maybe if he had known that his brother was our savior, that I was a key, that he wasn't bad. Maybe things would have been different. When the past slips out of your reach like it did for those two unfortunate brothers, no one can blame you for doubting yourself. That doubt festered and rotted in both until the war we weren't meant to play a part in came apart in our hands. This war was their chance to make amends. Now it's their grave.
-Javier