“Yes, I suppose that is quite a title, isn’t it?” I replied, watching him carefully for any signs of attack, escape, attempting murder, etc.
He was still shying away from my mind probing which was, to say the least, annoying.
His emotions, however, he couldn’t control; and they were quite mixed right now. Hate, love, sorrow, anger, hate, surprise, wariness, gladness…
I knew why he was so conflicted; I felt the same way. I was so glad to finally see him again, so happy to see him, well, not exactly well, but alive at least. But to see him so changed, into such a monster; that was horrible. I smiled to myself, thinking that he must find me the monster.
My smile faded when I realized I was a monster. I’d come so close to killing my own brother. I let out a huffing sigh.
He eyed me carefully, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I muttered, examining my vicious claws for a moment.
I was worried; I doubted I’d be able to live with myself if I killed him.But I didn’t know how not to kill him… if he attacked.