I grew up with strict religion. I hated it, our father taught us a new way. He had to ease us into it all. This upset Christopher. He's weak, he's always been weak. Emmet and I were scared at first but father showed us everything, we were saving the people we killed, we were saving the children of this horrible world. Why was that little boy different? He was the first taken out of anger, so we got to pick what happened to him. That night we decided he'd be kept, that he would grow up knowing our morals and ideas. Christopher was the only one able to handle the annoying brat, so we stuck him with him. He got what he deserved when he was bad. We taught him our prayers, how we warship, we taught him how to be good. We tried to get him to kill and he wouldn't, it was our fault for having Chris be his main caretaker. That last night we were going to save him, but we were too late. And Chris let him go. I need to find him again and finish what we couldn't as a family.
