Wait for me, I’m coming

Wait, I’m coming with you

Wait for me, I’m coming too

I’m coming too

- Wait for me (Hadestown)

How far will you descend into the pit, little brother, before you realize that only silence lay waiting?

You feared silence since you were a babe in the bone crib, gyrating to it with your pudgy fingers outstretched and conducting some hidden ensemble. Your essence was hard to contain even then, dealing me many a blow as I stood guard over you. I was lucky, the bone crib did its part. Mother, not so much.

It is not your fault, little brother. You were just a babe excited to see this world, ignorant to the violence and pain that permeates its veins. You grabbed hold of those veins and your essence thundered through them like a tempest. Mother was just a tree in your storm; you must blame the weakness of the roots, not the strength of your winds.

Guilt is a powerful feeling, I know. I’ve been victim to it many times myself, but my essence is weak so it has never manifested a form. You may be powerful, but you are just a child - a babe in the crib - who cries to the nightingale’s song. A sweet boy.

I will follow you into the pit as you look for our mother’s salvation, the piece of soul fragmented in the explosion of your birth. I may be weak but I’m still your elder brother - I will gather powerful allies and friends to aid me in what I lack. Wait for me, little brother, I’m coming for you. Wait for me. We shall do this together.