I'm not the one that cast out my own brother, Somnus. You were the monster long before I was, and you're nowhere near enough of an idiot to fail in understanding that.

It didn't revolve around you either, and yet I certainly recall someone making a complete ass of himself in the throne room as if he were literally the gods' gift to mankind. Was family not more important to you? Was anything more important than the throne and whatever recognition you sought?

Why don't you care at all about what you did to me?!