Klein pulled away and stepped back from the door, looking at his brother through the slot with contempt and pity.
"Always inventing conspiracies and absurd plans is what damaged your brain and put you in there, to do what you did to me."
Kassian observed his younger brother in silence for several seconds. His eyes, once so similar to Klein's, now seemed somehow different, colder, with that strange purple undertone that hadn't been there before. Finally, he let out a sigh of resignation.
"There's no way to win against an idiot," he murmured, returning to the center of his cell. "When everything explodes, remember that I tried to warn you and keep you safe."
"Your warnings matter to me as much as the plains matter to a dragon," Klein spat, beginning to move away. The distant sound of approaching footsteps hastened his decision even more. The steady rhythm of boots against stone signaled the return of the guards. "Enjoy your confinement, brother."
