I write a lot of incest. WHAT DOES THIS SAY ABOUT ME...


"Big brother? Is something wrong?"

Of course there is. There's something terribly, terribly wrong.

"I'm… I'm fine, Lily. Don't worry about it."

You're the last person I want to know.

"Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, brother. I care about you and I want you to be happy."

I can't tell you anything, especially this. Would you want me to be happy if you knew? Would you still care?

"I know, I know. But enough about me. How was school today?"

You'd hate me.

"It was good. It was kind of boring, though."

You wouldn't hate me though, would you? You'd still love me. Not in the way I love you, though.

"It's important that you pay attention! Don't slack off, or you'll regret it later."

I want the best for you, that's why you can't know.

"I won't, don't worry. I know you work so hard just to pay for me to go to school. You're so nice to me."

If I was nice I wouldn't feel this way. No good person would feel like this about their sister.

"I-I'm just doing what any big brother would do, that's all. I want you to succeed."

I want to get you out of here, away from me.

"Yeah, I know. I love you so much, Vash."

I'm a terrible brother.

"I love you too, Lily."