Your brother is smeared on my wall.
Come back, little one, and see where your hunger leads.
We have some unfinished business.
I hear that you're free as a bird,
Romancing freedom in flight, fitful flitting through shadows.
We have some talking to do.
Your argument seems very clear.
Give you some food. Can't say you hide much there.
We are at odds at this point.
I think that's a sub-par excuse.
Leaving my door ajar doesn't mean I am to blame here.
We both know sucking blood's evil.
I killed all your cousins you know.
All of them came, they all saw, they were conquered.
We have a family vendetta.
I move like a ninja sometimes.
Your demise was surprisingly brief and satisfying.
You and your bro look alike.
-- Iain
