Why did it have to end this way? Klavier thought, shutting the door to his office. He couldn't help but think about what had happened only a couple hours ago. Kristoph...my brother...My brother killed two people. He nearly killed a third. He set up Mr. Wright for disbarment, and...he's my brother. Kristoph...would he really have done all of this?

Klavier looked up towards the ceiling, sitting down in front of the door. Is he really...Is he really such a monster?

"I suppose there's only one way to find out, right?" Klavier asked himself, trying to pretend it would be fine.

He wanted for Kristoph to be the same aloof, caring brother that he had grown up with. The brother he had sarcastic arguments with, the one who was easily embarrassed at his little brother's antics, the one who had told him, "I love you, Klavier," that was the person he believed in. That was his brother. He tried to convince himself that the Kristoph he had seen on the stand today was just an illusion, and that when Klavier got to his brother's jail cell, there'd be an "I was kidding, Klavier," and that they could talk, maybe hug, and this whole nightmare would end.

Klavier knew that wasn't going to happen as soon as he walked into the visitor's room and saw him.

"Well, if it isn't Piano," Kristoph said, a cross between a smile and a grimace forming on his face. "What on earth are you doing here?"

Klavier almost flinched at his brother's last statement. He sat down before his brother could tell him to leave.

"Why are you acting this way?"

"I'm not sure what you mean, Klavier. I'm not acting."

"Cut it out, Bruder."

"I'll ask you to do the same with your German."

"You're not a murderer, Kristoph!" Klavier yelled, still denying what had been proven in court today.

"Who are you to tell me who I am, Piano? Last time I checked, you were the younger one. Younger siblings have no right to tell their older sibling what to do."

Klavier bit his lip. This was not going nearly as well as he had hoped it would.

"When you said I was acting, I had hoped for a second that you were mature enough to realize that I was acting while interacting with other people on a daily basis. Unfortunately, you're still as immature as when we were children."

"Don't..." Klavier said, barely holding back his feelings, "Don't talk about our childhood like it wasn't worth anything! I thought you were still the brother that loved me so much, that-"

"Why would I love an ignorant, self-centered brat like you?"

This time, Klavier did flinch. He balled up his fists, and got up out of his seat. He went to the door, but before he left the room, he had one more thing to say.

"You weren't the only one who was lying to people, Bruder."

Before Kristoph could respond, Klavier left, slamming the door behind him.