I didn’t wish to have my soul lost. I didn't want to live this life of despair. I didn't want to be unhappy for the rest of my life. Perhaps I shouldn't have interfered. Perhaps I should have run far away and pretended that I didn't see Holland's skull almost crack in half.

Perhaps I should have looked out for myself rather than others. He was just my half-brother, yet I felt like I was responsible for him, even though he did nothing but hate me for so long afterwards.

I should ...