He puts a hand on my back, and after a long pause, he says, “Hard things are the right things. Remember that?” I cry because I don’t fucking know if i’ll ever be the same. He scoots closer. “One step at a time. I know it’s hell. I know you want to give up. I know it fucking hurts. Just one step, one more time, Ryke. We’re doing this together. You and me.” I thought he didn’t understand this pain, but I know he does. It’s not the kind where he needs to shatter his leg to feel it. I rub my face and then nod a couple times. Okay. Okay. “Now,” Lo says, “do your bastard brother a favor and lie the fucking down.” I give him a look before dropping back down. “That’s not fucking funny.” […] I flip him off but my lips almost curve upward. I almost forget about the discomfort for a second. In the quiet, there are questions in my brother’s eyes. Things like, Will you wake up early tomorrow? Will you follow me, big brother? Will you ever climb again? Yes. As soon as the lights hits. Yes. I’ll chase after you, little brother. Will I ever climb again? I don’t fucking know. I’m my own anchor. I decide when to rise again.
i have asked these previous power rangers to help in this time of crisis. i was able to channel some of my remaining energy to restore their powers. — and we’re happy to help. once a ranger, always a ranger.