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I remember that I use to idolize you.

You with your beauty and your wits and your charms. Everyone liked you. Brother was great, too, but it was you who I looked up to. My older sister.

A lot of people used to say that I looked just like you. I never thought so. You're a million times prettier than me. A lot of people used to say that I was just as clever as you. I never believed it. You're a billion times smarter than me. All I wanted was your approval. That was all that mattered to me. You, the eldest, and the only parental figure I had ever known.

But then I found out what you had done. Murder others for fun, for your sick entertainment. Because you enjoyed it. The thought still disgusts me. I cut my hair short so we could be told apart. I changed my name, even. From a bird to a flower. From a nightingale to a rose.

Even then, I still somehow clung to you. You and brother, the only family I had left, and the only family that existed to me. Whenever the time came for a possible confrontation, I purposely stayed one step behind you so you could live. Even as your enemy, your adversary, your greatest foe, I wanted to save you -- like you once saved me -- but then all you did was hurt others. Hurt me.

It was only now that I realized the truth. You saw me as the person you could have been, the person you never were, and that's why you despised me. In the end, I guess I was never in your shadow; you were in mine. I shouldn't have looked for your approval. I should have looked for approval in the eyes of those who truly cared about me. What you lost is what I found.

So please, big sister. Let me see your face. Not the face of the killer, but the face of the one who pulled me from that desolate house amongst gunfire and flashing lights of blue and red. Let me see your face...

... one last time.