I Just Want to Live Well with the Brother Who Took Me In

When I was little, my big brother took me in and gave me hope for life.

When I grew up, I took care of my big brother and gave him a glimmer of hope for the future.

I let him have the chance to cleave through the future and reach what lay beyond, cutting through all its darkness and carving a path to the light.

Before the apocalypse, I took care of my big brother and gave him hope for life.

After the apocalypse, my big brother took care of me and showered me with love.

The two siblings both say that no matter what the future brings, they just want to live well, with their family by their side.

To keep fighting to live, to give it everything they've got, to struggle on even after losing their dignity... Is there...

anything wrong with that?