He is my brother. A person from my bloodline. He has me covered, like I've got his back. My accomplice. My co-conspirator. He wouldn't hesitate to die for me. We are the same soul, split in two, and walking on four legs. If I help his boat to reach the shore, then my own will reach too. Because we are one. If he dies, then I'll die. We both are killers. I can kill myself for him, and kill others for him too. He is a heartbeat among the cacophony of heartbeats I have. People might ask, like you did. But does it ever matter? Being the one in power, or not being? Either way, when my brother is in question, then there has to be no question.