Briar and Cassian were really close. At least that's how Cassian enjoys remembering it. He looked up to Briar like he was a king; he wanted nothing more than to grow up and be an enforcer at his side, like his parents told him they would.

They spent Winterfests alone together, safe for every other personal holiday and special occasion, (birthdays, school performances, etc.) but it was enough for Cassian. He thought it was perfect, the way it was. Briar spent a lot of his free time after school, between academic days at the Cadet Academy, to take care of Cassian as he grew up. More like a second dad, which Cassian has accidentally referred to him as numerous times, Briar genuinely admired his brother. He cared for him, and wanted nothing more than for him to be happy.

Briar knew from early on though, that being an enforcer isn't as chalked up as their parents made it seem, though. He hoped his damnest that Cassian would see it too, and look the other way. But Cassian was a kid, being spoon fed this ideology that being an enforcer is one of the highest honors of a Piltoveran citizen. Cassian was 10 when Briar finally got his badge, and Cassian couldn't help but feel an immense amount of pride in his brother. Briar thought otherwise.

Cassian realized too late what Briar had meant, when he broke down in front of his little brother a few months before he died. "Never become an enforcer. Cass, please. Promise me. You can't ... you don't want this for yourself."

Briar had to die for Cassian to understand. Even though it was out of his power; a Zaunite riot in the lanes, and a knife to the stomach, Cassian couldn't help but feel guilty for being so naive.