Scratchpad

Scratch was so very much like his father, and so very different from his brother.

At least, on the surface. Inside, he knew he was much closer to his twin than his family could fathom.

He too felt the rage, the loss of self and control, and the utter terror he'd seen so clearly in his brother from a young age. As a result, he knew completely how hard it was to fight off, even for himself, who seemed to be so much less afflicted.

Perhaps it was for this reason he was so very close to his twin; always patient, always at his side and doing his best to help. When they were in control of themselves, they never fought - and when Scratch did lose control, it was always Inky who stepped up to take the blame and cleaned up the mess.

Scratch didn't understand why his brother did so. Their father never was angry about the damage they caused.

It wasn't until they were older that he finally understood that it wasn't him who was being protected.