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I think it’s pretty much a fact in our world that no one can live without anyone. We all need connections...we need people to further our goals and get us through this life. We need allies, we need friends...sometimes, God forbid, we might even need enemies.
I could go down the list of people I couldn’t live without, but I’d be here all day. In my personal life, my reality...my past, present, and future, however, there’s really only one person that I’d be lost without, and that’s my brother.
There are obvious reasons why Lincoln’s responsible for me even standing here. He raised me...kept me off the street, gave me a life most kids coming from my circumstances only dream about. He helped me become the man I am. He loved me, and I love him...more than anyone that’s ever come through my life, maybe with the exception of my mother.
But it runs still deeper than that. Dad was gone by the time I was born...Mom was dead by the time I was eleven. All I’ve ever had, all I’ve ever known is a life where I had a brother I could turn to. That changed for a few years when we both got older and Lincoln started getting into trouble...but all that was simply roles reversing, him turning to me. I just didn’t know why...or how wrong I was to take it all for granted.
No man is an island unto himself...and no man can suffer a greater punishment than to live out the rest of his days as the last man on earth...the only one of his kind, the last of his blood still walking above ground. There’s no fate worse than watching your entire family die before your eyes...unless you’re watching them die in the name of justice for absolutely *no* good reason.
Or maybe there is a fate worse than that...the fate of the innocent man condemned to die, to leave behind everything he cares about. Facing execution for a crime he didn’t commit, condemned to sit idle while his son rots in jail by no true fault of his own.
I can’t live with myself if my brother has to go through that another second...and I can’t live if they win, if Lincoln dies.
I can’t face the rest of my life alone.
Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 401
I could go down the list of people I couldn’t live without, but I’d be here all day. In my personal life, my reality...my past, present, and future, however, there’s really only one person that I’d be lost without, and that’s my brother.
There are obvious reasons why Lincoln’s responsible for me even standing here. He raised me...kept me off the street, gave me a life most kids coming from my circumstances only dream about. He helped me become the man I am. He loved me, and I love him...more than anyone that’s ever come through my life, maybe with the exception of my mother.
But it runs still deeper than that. Dad was gone by the time I was born...Mom was dead by the time I was eleven. All I’ve ever had, all I’ve ever known is a life where I had a brother I could turn to. That changed for a few years when we both got older and Lincoln started getting into trouble...but all that was simply roles reversing, him turning to me. I just didn’t know why...or how wrong I was to take it all for granted.
No man is an island unto himself...and no man can suffer a greater punishment than to live out the rest of his days as the last man on earth...the only one of his kind, the last of his blood still walking above ground. There’s no fate worse than watching your entire family die before your eyes...unless you’re watching them die in the name of justice for absolutely *no* good reason.
Or maybe there is a fate worse than that...the fate of the innocent man condemned to die, to leave behind everything he cares about. Facing execution for a crime he didn’t commit, condemned to sit idle while his son rots in jail by no true fault of his own.
I can’t live with myself if my brother has to go through that another second...and I can’t live if they win, if Lincoln dies.
I can’t face the rest of my life alone.
Muse: Michael Scofield
Fandom: Prison Break
Words: 401
