Lian stepped into the Palace, quivering with fear as this would be his toughest battle yet. Not only because it's one of the final obstacles in his path, but because of who that obstacle is. "L-Lloyd?" Lian asked into the dark room.
"Well if it isn't mom's favorite child." a voice responded.
"We don't have to fight!" Lian said.
"Nuh uh!" Responded to the voice.
"We can just go home and eat spaghetti!"
"It's always spaghetti, never lasagna"
"What does that mean!?!?"
"Don't you get it? It's always you and Larissa!! Never Lloyd! Never me!" he barked, "That's why I'm with the Puppeteer, he can make it how it's supposed to!"
"I-" Lian stuttered, "I'm sor-"
"YOU BETTER BE AFTER I CAVE THAT GAY ASS SKULL IN"
*insert gameplay*
Lian cried over the charred, mangled body of what used to be his brother. He could barely forgive himself for what he had done, but knew that there was one last threat.
