Once, when they first lived together, they had a conversation like this.
Back then, her response was...
"Of course, I would like Jeffrey!" Rachel smiled widely, her drunken grin reflecting a carefree spirit.
Yet her answer echoed the one from their past.
Was she now, in her drunken state, somehow transported back to those early days? Back when she was his big sister, and he was her Jeffrey.
"So, if I behave, would you be willing to stay as my big sister?" He wanted her to remain by his side.
Even if he couldn't offer her love, he could give her other things.
Her dreams, her ambitions... he could help her achieve them.
He could make those who looked down on her bow before her and elevate her to greatness.
As long as... she stayed with him!
Perhaps only this way would it ease the pain he felt.
"Sure, but... I've always been your big sister," she mumbled. "Jeffrey, don't be scared. I will... protect you. I'll protect you..."
