Hah … I’ll try being a little more cheerful just for you.

It is because we rarely fight on the same side is why you may be ignorant of the reason why I do what I must do. I’ll have you know that I am protecting something … whether it’d be a person or perhaps an idea or otherwise— it is none of your concern.

My younger brother is the only thing I have.

We have fought through many hardships, many troubled times, many dangerous instances that I wouldn’t like to recall. I cannot simply say that I love my brother because I feel as though words are not enough. Family is family and like I have mentioned earlier, he is all I have.

Although Draven is an arrogant fool who strives for the limelight every  painstakingly difficult day, I do all I can to make sure he’s safe. I try not to be overbearing and overprotective as he is still an adult, so I worry from a relatively moderate distance. At times he is too reckless for his own good and the thought of something happening to him scares me to death; that is powerful, considering that I am a man who seldom fears.

… I love my brother. I do.

And in all honesty, he is the reason why I work the hardest to make sure our lives aren’t as difficult as they were when we were children. Never again will I let that misfortune fall upon my only kin.

[ Today is kitchel/theleagueofdraven’s birthday. ]

I was drafted at a fairly young age … my first few years were filled with endless teasing and horseplay instead of the difficult training I had heard so much of around the city. I was no where near the height I am today nor was I as strong, so I could understand why they were so quick to belittle me … call me names and things of the like. The soldiers in my early regiments were practical jokers; I was more serious about working hard while they went off and drank or some sort of activity along those lines.  Albeit annoying, I didn’t have to deal with it for too long. After those first few years, I had grown and proved what actual worth I was. No longer was I the center of everyone’s inane prodding, but rather, the soldier that everyone seemed to respect and admire.

… Now that I think back on it, I would say that I missed some of them. It’s rather unfortunate that they are most likely long gone. What remains of those few men that stuck with my memories, are merely just memories now.

I’ve enough of your shenanigans, Shaco. It’s already difficult enough dealing with you at the Institute and on the Fields. Your antics have brought me to the very edge of my patience and it would be wise for you to steer clear of me, lest you want to be beaten mercilessly.

Isn’t this an interesting situation … I find it humorous that the options presented to me here this evening aren’t exactly beneficial either way. I’ll take your feeble attempt at intimidation in jest for now, Void Reaver. Perhaps next time you’ll consider targeting some other poor passer-by before coming and bothering me with this inane nonsense.

If you pester me again, I’ll be sure to crush you like the insignificant insect that you are.

As loyal as I am, or at least as much as people see me to be, I would do no such thing … even at the request from the Grand General himself. Albeit the Grand General and I share a certain type of relationship with a particular type of trust, it does not compare to the kinship between me and my younger brother Draven. He is my brother. I care for him very much. Although his antics are a bit tiring at times, it is not enough to have me become hostile in any way toward him. I absolutely refuse to hurt my younger brother in a way that would have his life be put in danger.

If I were to perish for disobeying the command to kill Draven, then whatever must be done- must be done. Giving up my life in such a pathetic way such as an execution … it is a bit ironic, is it not? It would sicken me to be forced into a position of submissiveness and … as much as I would hate to admit … acquiescence. Giving up my life is a bit of a gamble, for I know would know nothing of the status of my brother’s safety after I have moved on. I could be taken for a fool, yes. Considered a fool for sparing my idiotic brother’s life at the cost of my own.

… Yes.

A fool.

If you did as much as I did on a daily basis, I’m sure you would have some white hairs of your own. There are both intrinsic and extrinsic factors as to why I have the streak of white hair … My age wouldn’t be so much the cause, I think. I’m not particularly old. 

The more extrinsic reason could be from the pollution from the city. Fumes of the city could be affecting pigment loss and all.

However, I mainly blame stress.

If she had returned to Noxus, she would be reprimanded for the loss of her regiment …

… though, the exile did survive and her strength is what I acknowledge. While we suffered tremendous losses that particular day, it was good that we did not lose the capable solider. The thought of having her return to Noxus instead of running away back then would be a thought I would not oppose. Unfortunately, that is not the case and we are merely speaking of a hypothetical scenario.