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Your brother smiles at you around a mouthful of blood and you think, this is our life. This is the nightmare that keeps us awake at night. This is the reward we get for saving the human race.

Your brother smiles at you around a mouthful of blood, and you wonder when you stopped caring about the way it stains his teeth. When did it stop making you feel sick? When did it start feeling normal?

Your brother smiles at you around a mouthful of blood, and you want nothing more than to lick it clean, to kiss into his mouth until it doesn’t taste of copper anymore.

Your brother smiles at you around a mouthful of blood, and you smile right back, because this is your nightmare and this is your reward.