Brother, trust me. Les Enfante Terrible's first two products were the twins. Brother gained the dominant genes, I gained the recessive. Therefore, I am the inferior twin. The third... I don't know much about him and nor do I care.

Master Miller says... that brother is far stronger than I am, but in different ways. That the two of us are more evenly matched than we think. At any rate, it's irrelevant. Nothing more than a footnote of annoyance.

[Albeit one that still pricks and strikes at him, that tears at him when he let himself think on it for too long. Luckily Ocelot would not let him think on it for long.]

Think about it all you want. We have all the time in the world here.

[Everything has stopped, after all...]