Micheal panicked, running, trying to get to him, not wanting him to die.

Even though he was falling, and the voices in his head berated him, hurt him, said he was too slow, that nothing could be done-

But he ignored them.

Not even running, teleporting and running, please please please-

Tears were already flowing from his eyes, because he knew, he knew,

He's not gonna make it.

He's already seen this.

Why was he trying?

His body slammed into the ground, and Micheal let out a choked cry.

Scrambling over.

Falling to his knees.

Shaking hands picking him up gently.

Warm blood, broken bones, twisted flesh.

Micheal held the dead body of his brother Jacob close, the tears flowing out, his body shaking with sobs.

He's a failure.

He did the same thing with their parents- and they died.

He had known they would die, and when.

But he failed them.

Just as he's failed his own brother.

He had seen it, goddamn it!

Only a week ago, and yet he said nothing.

Unable to.

You were looking for the others, the bloody fighting over, and you spotted Micheal at first.

Then you notice what- no, who he's holding, and dread captures your heart. Micheal's sobbing, of a truly broken man, was the only thing that kept you from running, and made you walk over on legs that weren't so stable.