[Takatora hesitated again, reaching over with his free hand to hold one of Mitsuzane's in his own. Perhaps it was a selfish gesture, hoping to keep his brother closer to him. If he was close enough, it might discourage Mitsuzane from pushing him away.]

Father created me, a long time before you were born. Our parents never anticipated having a child and he wanted the security of having an heir. Rather than adopting, he... created me as a prototype. I've gone through many developments over the course of my existence. ... I've learned many things from you as well.