The mute twin. The strange brother. The broken one. I'd been called so many names over the years. None of them mattered. My mirror cared more than I did. But he never treated me as less. None of them did. My brothers were the Vandals. They didn't always understand, but they never judged and they always had my back. I would always have theirs. They were my life until Starling came to us. Quiet. Hurt. Broken. Those words...