as if merely waking from a dream.

To the enemies fighting against Onii-sama, he was terror incarnate. A nightmare who raised their foes, and obliterated all before him leaving only shadows and dust.

Like an Avatar, Onii-sama strode across the battlefield. All because I had gotten shot.

That was something decreed seven years ago, from the time he was only six. How can I possibly make it up to him?

What can I do to ever make it up to him?

Even this life now, is something I owe completely to him.