[ It's what happened, or he wouldn't have gone so far or been gone for so long. If he truly loved them, or at least as much as they loved him, he would have come back— crawling on his hands and feet and dragging his bloody and broken body behind him if that's what it took.
But he died, and he's dead, and they will never know. He won't ever come back. Can't, even if he wanted to.
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They miss him every day. ]
Your sister's lucky, to have a brother like you. [ Somebody alive, first of all, but also...
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But he died, and he's dead, and they will never know. He won't ever come back. Can't, even if he wanted to.
...
They miss him every day. ]
Your sister's lucky, to have a brother like you. [ Somebody alive, first of all, but also...
... ]
...I'm lucky too.