Brother, dear brother,

You say she's not important

But I can see otherwise by the way your anger ignites at a foe's mere brush of her arm.

You say she is but a tool,

Yet you take many a blow for her weak human body.

Why such actions all for a worthless human girl

Is beyond my comprehension

Then again, you never did make good judgment.

Still, this is the most lucrative of all.

Of what use do you have

For such an impudent wench?

But

I guess we all have our reasons, brother, dear brother.

All I know is

That to get to you

Brother, dear brother

All I shall have to do is take her, the one who you hold so dear.

Because, you see

Even though you say these things

I can read you too well.

You cannot hide anything from me

Brother, dear brother.