((He wants Haishin and Forza to meet at The Dead Coast after he gets his butt kicked here. xP))
"We're brothers," they responded together.
"Although you don't act it," Haishin snarled.
"This war was your idea!" Anthony snapped back.
Haishin gave a snort of laughter. "If you hadn't taken what was, and still is, rightfully mine, there would be no need to fight."
It was Anthony's turn to laugh. "Just becase Father felt that I was more deserving to have the circlet? It's not like I chose to be given it. No more than I wanted you to get those stupid horns. Look what they've done to you!"
"They've made me stronger!"
"You're evil! There's no strength in that!"
"That's what you think. I'm sure Siren can plainly see that I am the better of the two of us."
Anthony turned his attention to Siren. "Don't listen to him. He's become a master of deceit. His words sound sweet, but they are tinged with poison."
Haishin's focus turned back to Siren as well. "He sounds like something out of one of those holy books, doesn't he? He's always the good one, and I'm always in the wrong. But I'll tell you this, dear: he could never understand you, or your kind for that matter, half as well as I could."
"We're brothers," they responded together.
"Although you don't act it," Haishin snarled.
"This war was your idea!" Anthony snapped back.
Haishin gave a snort of laughter. "If you hadn't taken what was, and still is, rightfully mine, there would be no need to fight."
It was Anthony's turn to laugh. "Just becase Father felt that I was more deserving to have the circlet? It's not like I chose to be given it. No more than I wanted you to get those stupid horns. Look what they've done to you!"
"They've made me stronger!"
"You're evil! There's no strength in that!"
"That's what you think. I'm sure Siren can plainly see that I am the better of the two of us."
Anthony turned his attention to Siren. "Don't listen to him. He's become a master of deceit. His words sound sweet, but they are tinged with poison."
Haishin's focus turned back to Siren as well. "He sounds like something out of one of those holy books, doesn't he? He's always the good one, and I'm always in the wrong. But I'll tell you this, dear: he could never understand you, or your kind for that matter, half as well as I could."