I’ve tried everything I can think of to get Lucien back here. I’ve begged. I’ve yelled. I’ve called him every name I can think of… and then some. I’ve been the loving younger brother. I’ve been the jerky little brother. I’ve been the demon who tortured him…Maybe that one wasn’t a smart idea.The point is that I’ve tried everything to get my big brother in this little room to unchain me so I can save the world, and he hasn’t even said one word to me.I heard him talking to someone behind his locked door. I guess it’s locked. I don’t suppose it would mean anything if it wasn’t. Not like I can break these chains or anything. I used to could.Oh, there was a time I could’ve broken these chains. Easy. Child’s play. It’s very difficult going from that thing that can destroy people, can talk people into killing themselves (not my finest moment if I have to be honest), and get into people’s minds to this… this… human. This body that can die and hurt. That, even though I can’t see, I can tell that I’ve gotten bruises on my wrists from trying to break out of my chains and failing.Failing.Miserably.It’s dark.It’s cold.It’s miserable.I’m weak.I’ve always hated being weak.I never thought Lucien would get the upper hand on me.I’ve very ashamed that he did.He cooked me breakfast?
