I felt my back hit the ground as the darkness faded away around me; replaced by warm sunlight. Images of what I'd just seen seemed frozen in place just behind my eyes, but a good shake of my head caused them to fade as well.
"Brother?", it was younger me again.
"Yes, Saba?" Panic filled my chest as I heard Patrick's voice.
I turned around to see them, despite my mind screaming at me to curl up and pretend they weren't there. The smaller me sat on the ground in front of Patrick looking curiously at the dirt. Patrick looked much younger and wore a small baseball cap.
"We all become dirt eventually."
I watched with a stunned look as Patrick's face became sad, "Yes, you do."
"I don't like that. One day, I'm going to stop that. I don't want all my friends to die. I don't want Mommy and Daddy to die."
I watched as Patrick's face fill with even more sorrow. I could have sworn I saw his eyes water up as he crouched down to look at my younger self.
"Saba, you can't always get what you want. Sometimes the things you want most are taken away from you. Sometimes you're meant for something completely different from what you want, and you find yourself on the wrong side for the right reasons."
I got the feeling that he wasn't talking about the younger me. He seemed to be talking about himself.
"I don't care. You can't tell me what to do. Mommy can't tell me what to do and neither can Daddy. No one is my master and if I want to fight on the right side, then I will."
A happy smile came to his face as he shook his head, "Saba, how is it that you came to be my sister?"
"Your only sister.", little me corrected
"My favorite sister."
This time, there was no evil laughter.