He looked up as tears welled in his eyes.
"Brother!" He tried to lunge forward but fell face
flat; his kneecap was roughly dislocated. He screamed in pain.
"Get up, Amil," his brother said.
"But brother, my leg—" he replied.
"Get up," he repeated.
Confused, Amil struggled to obey, eyes catching the
faint glow on his wrist—the tattoos on his body now pulsed as though they
recognized his brother's spirit.