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Nathan and Sam in libertailia

Right before he find out Sam is a big big fat liar :/

"we're not those kids anymore" and suddenly you are eighteen years old and spinning your little brother around by the waist, worrying about the fresh bruise by his eye and about how little he seems to weigh. eighteen years old and helping him scramble up all the walls and fences his little legs are too short for, always there to catch him when he needs you. eighteen years old and putting yourself between him and the muzzle of a gun, because of course, of course, of course.

"we're not those kids anymore" and suddenly you are alone in a prison cell, watching the years of your life tick by – your thirtieth, your fortieth, blink and you'll miss 'em. and who knows who you are when you are stuck in here, but you remember who you used to be, and you remember your brother, and you remember the life the two of you built together when everyone else had already failed you.

"we're not those kids anymore" and suddenly you are old – old enough that your joints hurt, old enough that you should probably know better. old, and still helping your little brother scramble up walls, and fences, and cliffsides, and still catching him when he needs you. old, and still putting yourself between him and the muzzle of a gun, and this time taking the bullet.