"My older brother. We don't need a sword to hate each other." Though maybe a sword had played a part. He remembered making a flaming sword and Declan saving him from it. They were only children then and now that he knew how much watching over him Declan had done, everything else started to make sense.

He paused, thinking that over. Revelations about feelings didn't come quickly to him. This one had been turning over and over in his mind for over a year. "Maybe hate isn't the right word. I don't know. He resents me. I resent him. We're working on it. Were working on it. It's not like I can do much about it here."

He glanced at the drones to see how they reacted to that bitter statement but they seemed eager, even happy to hear this talk of familial strife.

Great.