[Since when was Airel this crazy? No, he's been... He's had this attitude for a long time but he's only fourteen. He's only fourteen and Tristan is finding himself scared of his own little brother. He can't resist the pull on his broken wrist, it hurts too much to struggle against, moving forward with a small whine of pain, easy to pull around at this point.]

[The words are just so surreal. He doesn't respond exactly, just stares at Ariel in blank non-comprehension.]

Ariel...