Adwerald kept observing me with narrowed eyes while I laughed uncontrollably. He kicked me once or twice on my injured knee, but I only kept laughing. It wasn't like I couldn't feel the jolts of electricity his kicks sent through my veins. It was just that I couldn't stop laughing. I pictured my brother's face when he had to deliver the news to grandfather.
I pictured him being yelled at, and my grandfather's face contorted from anger. So I kept laughing, despite my brother's attempts to shut me up. It was only when he seized my dislodged knee cap and twisted it that I felt enough pain to make me scream.
"What's so funny little brother?" he asked, seething.
