You already told me a little about your own brother problems, and the other one's got his head screwed on wrong, right? That's enough. [ Wolfwood is emotionally equipped for one problem at a time, deeply compartmentalized issues in their neat rows that he pushes away and doesn't think about once he's got them hung down deep.

blood is thicker than water, someone told him once. he'd always thought about how water was better, since you could drink it and drinking too much blood only ended up making your teeth ache and the taste of iron run down your throat, but that's absolutely mental and not worth vocalizing. Dante doesn't reach out, and it feels... wrong, but it makes sense.

he's never reacted well to creature comfort before. why would a dog that he's already kicked come back in for more? ]

... it'll be easier if it goes wrong to mourn it now and be ready for him to pick Kni over me. Kid hates me. I hate him. But he's not him, and I sound like I'm off my rocker for wanting vicious, violent harm on a lost, scared little idiot kid.

[ Wolfwood is also having a very, very hard time reconciling that in himself. it's always been his last little standard, his one thread of morality, and it's gone sailing out the window.

he feels very lost right now. ]