When we were younger, Kyleon and I never fought much. We could sense things between us that no one else could. Most people called it the bond between twins. We had it, all right. A lot of it. We had arguments, but they never amounted to anything. I was often the one to get upset with him. It was never the other way around. He used to get frustrated when I touched his stuff when we were kids, but that was about it for him. We never directed real anger at each other. Never once. Not even when he fell into a rage and killed our parents. I was upset but not at him.