I have a brother who is kind to me.

He's always been good at taking care of me and listens properly to whatever I say. He puts up with my stupid complaining, and I can just rely on him when I'm in trouble. Even if I say something a bit unreasonable, my brother is always smiling.

So, probably. I think I'm a pretty lucky younger brother.

—Except,

"Big brother, what would you do if I were a terrible person?"

When I asked that, my brother thought for a moment and smiled.

"I wouldn't do anything. Because Guest is Guest."

I never thought deeply about that answer.

Just how much my brother cherishes me. And just how far that goes.

I still don't know where the bottom is.