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Resisting

I sighed again. As if reading my mind, he spoke, “I’m trying really hard… to… resist. I won’t kill you, sister.”
I couldn’t help it, I laughed, “Silly brother, you can’t kill me. I’d kill you,” he tensioned, so I changed tactics hurriedly, “Not that I would, obviously, but that would be… difficult… to resist.”
He smiled, “So we are in the same boat.”
“Not exactly,” I muttered, “I still have to decide what the hell to do with you. You are on my turf, so to speak.”
He eyes hardened, “So you are one of them now.”
I sighed, “Look at me, brother, do you think I just let them do this to me? Be reasonable, you know me better than that.”
He still looked angry, but there was a curious light in his eyes now, “How does it work, exactly? How are you parts of them all?”
I sighed, “You don’t want to know, it’s a complex story.”
He scowled, “I’m your brother, I’ve a right to know what they’re doing to you and how they’re doing it.”
“If I told you I couldn’t let you go.”
He frowned, considering.

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