His attention returned moved from his unaware brother, and to the stranger talking to him.
They are talking so well.
He is getting envious of it. But who does he envy more? Even he couldn't tell it himself. He envies the stranger for talking to Xendros, and he envies Xendros for talking with the stranger.
Envy is a suffocating emotion that can not be erased no matter how much you distract yourself. But there is something more deeply grating, deeply disturbing compared to the carefully twisted and crafted envy in one's heart. It is like a thorny vine that grapples your lungs, making you want to pull yourself inside out, and torture the one you envy the same way as well.
But there's something more painful than normal envy.
False envy.
