"He's my brother." Giacomo stated hopelessly, not sure what to say. "I don't want to hurt him any more. I never did." But what choice did he have? He was stuck here and as always, the circus had to go on. He hated it so much. He hated that mom and dad made them do it and whatever slim chance of a life they had would be gone now.

"You people always say Barty is a monster but he never hurt me. Can't say the same for anyone else I've ever met in a place like this." Giacomo sighed and leaned his head back, looking at the ceiling. "When do I talk to him?"