"He's d-d-dead..." she said in shock. Had she killed her brother? She couldn't have. Hands were tugging her away from the brother who had taught her how to stand up for herself... He wasn't the same man as he had been. What had made him do the things he did? She shook as she pressed herself against Joe, her head buried against his chest as she began to weep, not for the monster, but for the brother that once was.