Kayla wasn't going to stop her from doing that. She took another deep breath as Brianna spoke. Was it enough? Well, no. But it was a kindness that was both appreciated and needed.

"Going won't be ... good. What am I gonna do, beat up the people that will try to take me out of there? My brother deserves peace at least. I'll try and get something sent. Maybe I can get someone I know to put some flowers on the grave at least." Kayla took a deep sigh. "Maybe sometime, I can save up some money and go back home so I can see him myself."

Kayla was never a large person in the slightest, but right now she just seemed deflated and emotionally exhausted.

"And I feel like I'm being selfish, because I can't keep thinking about how I'll never get to talk to him again. He's dead, and it's like ... I'll never know if he still loved me or if he thinks I'm some sort of demon incarnate too.

And I'm sorry to dump this on you."