I can protect him. Throw anything at him; blades, bullets, fire, water – not a problem. That's what I'm here for, to keep him safe. I've always looked after him; healed his wounds, encouraged him, washed his hair. Because that's why I exist, because Medusa wanted someone to look after Crona and, well, here I am. Where would he be without me? Nowhere, not at all. Yes, he's insane, but so am I, and we don't care. Because we have each other, and that's all we need. I comfort him after nightmares, he feeds me when I'm hungry. I heal him when he's hurt, he hugs me when I'm depressed. I liked this system, always have. Because it what I'm used to.

I'm used to him crying, too. Medusa made him cry an awful lot, sometimes she made me want to cry too. But I couldn't, not in front of Crona. So instead, I got angry. I hit him and yelled at him, I made him cry even more. Then I'd curl up with him and hold him. I'd tell him I'm sorry, that I would never let anyone else hurt him. That's what I was used to, then that ugly cow fucked everything up. Maka Albarn ruined everything! She stripped me of my dignity, because she didn't understand the system, she didn't understand how much my meister meant to me.

Little Brother.

She ruined it all. She took Crona away, me along with him. Brought us to Shibusen, gave him all these things and friends he didn't need. I was the only thing he needed! At least, I was. Crona didn't cry anymore, which in a way is a good thing. But he didn't need me anymore. I wasn't his only friend anymore, he had better ones. He didn't need my protection, he had them now. I'm just his weapon now, and I know it. Know it and hate it. What do I hate more than this? I hate the fact that because of all these things – the things he never had before – he was hurt in a way that I couldn't heal him.

"Ragnarok!" He sobbed, clutching his chest. "Make it stop! Please! It hurts so much!" I crawl out of his chest, instead of his shoulder blades, and let him grip me. I let him hug me tight and cry, begging me to fix him. I'm helpless and useless, like I have been a lot lately. Because Maka introduced him to Death the Kid. Because the rich brat had been so "charming". Because Crona had fallen for him, then seen him with that tall, older gun sister, and that had hurt him. I can't heal him, can't stop his pain.

"I'm sorry," I whisper as he cries. "I'm sorry. Big brother is so sorry he let this happen."

I hate this.