‘ ---- please , raphael . ‘ he pleads , cursing himself for the fear churning in the bottom of his gut . never did he think he’d fear his own ; flinch at the sight of family . ---- but things are the way that they are , and he can only wonder what value family has in the eyes of his brethren now . sorrow ripples through his syllables , stone cold grief blooming in his chest . ‘ please , leave . turn around , and walk away . tell them --- tell them i refused , raphael . tell them you did what you had to . ------ please . ‘