"Don't say that Ivan." Rospiel murmured and led his brother out and down the street. He got them a room at the nearest motel and took his brother in, sitting in the lone chair and holding him tightly to his chest. "Ivan...tell me what's wrong." He murmured softly, running his hands through his brothers hair. They had been close once, but after their mother had passed they had slowly grown apart. "Ivan...brother, tell me, please." Rospiel pleaded softly.