Darby and Antoon are those who I find in the next room.
Well, they are half-brothers, after all.
They are currently sparring when I stumble upon them.
They say to me, "Hey, Benoit. Care to spar?"
"Uh, me? No thanks."
"That's OK," Darby replies. "You don't want to tire yourself too much."
They then stop their sparring and just sit on the bed alongside me.
I weigh in, "Tomorrow's gonna be a tough battle, huh?"
Antoon assents, "Yes, it is. We'll be leading a consolidated army of thousands. And we'll take responsibility should ever even one soldier fall in battle."
Darby follows, "But we don't want that inevitability to get to us. They already know the two outcomes – going home with their shield, or on it. And yet they will still push on."
"And as for us half-brothers… we'll definitely come out of this battle alive, no matter what. This is how our story should proceed. And once we go home… we'll all definitely continue our stories, as long as we're alive."
