[ the tears begin to flow. the boy shakes in his arms as he gradually brings a hand to dirk's, wrapping his small fingers around his and squeezing as tightly as he can. the blood continues to flood at their feet, and the carriage continues to rock back and forth, its movements intensifying the further they proceed. ]

You...y-you're just like...my older brother...

[ there's the sound of two brusque men chattering, threats spilling from their lips — the jangle of jewelry, fists beating against clothes, a woman softly comforting her children. her voice is strained. ]

I don't want—I don't want anything to happen to you too...! Please stop it! Somebody help us! Why won't you help us...!? Please, please, I don't under—I don't understand..ah...ah....!

[ the carriage comes to a halt. its interior is now void of light, and darkness creeps through the window. ]

Always...be kind to your brothers. [ the boy speaks through his tears. his voice is more leveled than it has been by far. ] Never hold grudges. Always help people who need it. Be kind to your brothers. Never hold grudges. Always help. Be kind to your brothers. Never hold grudges.

[ the darkness fades. sunshine peeks into the carriage. the two of them are positioned in front of a castle. the boy's grip hasn't faltered.

you can leave now. will you? ]