... [that hits his sympathies. A part of him that wanted to continue being the villain that fate had cast him told him not to answer, but that part of him that hadn't died, that was still remembering his brother and father fondly answered before he could stop himself]

I suppose we have something in common. I grew believing I was something I was not in a society that valued the art of war above all others. Being the second prince and a sorcerer was never good enough to my... to the All-father when compared to my brother's perfection. [he sounds a bit bitter about that]