It had been two weeks... Two weeks since I left my brother there... I've heard nothing from him... In a way that was good, but it was also nerve damanging to imagine what I had done to him. Did I kill him? No word meant he was dead, right?
WRONG!
I saw him on Mars a month after I shot him... He was chasing another bounty, and I ignored him...
To me, he was dead...
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