[That look shocks him. He knows exactly what that is, that mix of fear and apprehension, and it sickens him to see it in Ariel's eyes directed at himself. How... did it end up this way? Why is some part of him honestly thrilled and excited by the rush of power he feels at this reversal, even while he's disgusted to acknowledge that at all.]

[Ariel's been a good boy, a good person, this isn't what his brother deserves. He brushes Ariel's hair back, tucks it behind his ear.]

Oh little brother, don't look at me that way. I would never harm you.