For all our similarities, despite the fact that we desire the same goal, I cannot help but be disappointed in you. I question your sincerity in your hatred, wonder sometimes if it's all a ruse and that you simply wish for your brother to fall even further in His eyes than you so that, by default, you might by the favored again. And sometimes your pessimism angers even me.
In the end, I suppose it does not matter. You will go your way and I will go mine and it is unlikely our ways shall intersect all too often.
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In the end, I suppose it does not matter. You will go your way and I will go mine and it is unlikely our ways shall intersect all too often.