"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot that you're the one with combat experience and that you actually know how to fight," Aeron couldn't hide the slight snarl in his voice this time as he made his way quietly into the store.  He knew that his younger brother was just trying to protect him, but he felt as if he was suffocating under his constant scrutiny. It seemed that everything he did or every plan that he made, he directly went against every word that he said. He felt as if he was the kid that everyone claimed cried wolf, but he had done nothing but speak the truth and yet no one would listen to what he had to say despite their good intuition. 
	Just because he had a physical ailment didn't make him stupid, and it angered him for Miles to treat him as such. It was as if he had been locked away in a basement for the last three years of his life and was just being brought out into real life again. In a sense, he was just being introduced back into his civilian life, but he wished it was as simple as crawling out of the comfort of a basement... 
	'Sometimes I don't even think he knows exactly what I am...things things that I'm capable of. If he knew half the shit that I've done over there, he wouldn't even speak to me little on order me around like a clueless child.' He'd been on the verge of telling his brother the horrors he'd seen and committed on a few occasions but always stopped himself at the last minute. Despite wanting him to know, he couldn't bring himself to taint his brother's innocence if he could help it. No one should ever have to witness that, even if told through stories.