"Our family?"
"Hm?"
Karve turned to Lukas before throwing his arms up in self-condemnation and regret.
"I wasn't supposed to say that," Karve said as he brought a hand to his face.
He sighed.
"Well... look he didn't want me to say it since he didn't want people to know who he was. He wanted recognition with effort, not to be praised for who he was but for what he did. But I think you'll connect the dots quickly enough even if I don't tell you. But, yeah... we're related if that's of any surprise to you. Brothers, to be precise. He's about five years younger than me and about a year older than you."
"I thought you might be related."
Karve laughed.
