Something I've needed to consider
I wouldn't do *anything* to bring my brother back, because *anything* includes a hell of a lot.
I would do a lot. I would hurt others, I would rip life away from others. There is a price I would pay, without hesitation, to share a few words with him.
You must know, reader, that if there was any chance to communicate with the dead; I would rip your life away from you for a scant few words with my brother.
If given a choice between your life and saying goodbye to my brother, I would have to think for a long time. Not that it matters in reality, but the choice would be nearly a coin flip.
These statements create only disgust in me, against myself. This does not make it any less true.
Good luck with that shit!