He watched his younger twin sibling, as he had during the past few years of his life, just as his parents had asked him to. He had always been protective of her, even when they had been younger, although in all honest truth he depended on her more than she did on him.<br/><br/>They had been very young and as children often did they had played, running and chasing one another late into the night. He had lost his breath and she had been completely powerless to aid him, so she had done what she could. She had run home screaming at the top of her lungs, "Mama! Papa!" All the way until their poor parents had rushed out to see, his father immediately ran past her in search of him. She yelled to him where he was to be found and watched as he administered air to his smaller lungs. After she learned how to administer CPR though he had come to depend on her.<br/><br/>"Come on sister, we have to go home. You left your sweater at home and you know how cranky mother gets when I keep you out." He draped his arm over her shoulders and planted a brotherly kiss on her template. His excuse was half-hearted, since he knew his mother was right to worry. Although it was mostly because of his health, still he refused to lay back and not enjoy life.