My birth was literally a curse.
Two was cursed by another Anon to be everything he hated. Cruel. Vicious. Angry. Unforgiving. Violent. He kept enough sense about him to only attack an immortal but killing the guy made him spin out.
That's when Two cut me out of him and locked me away. He trapped me in a prison, called me monster and 'frank' to try and make me less of a 'boogeyman'.
Do you have any idea how much it hurts to be so viscerally hated by the person who made you? He never listened. He only condemned me. All I wanted was to make him hurt just as much as I did.
I tried to kill him - I came close - but right at the end, right as I was about to win, I couldn't do it. I hated him. I hated him with all I was but seeing what I'd done to him, how far I'd pushed him wasn't the catharsis I thought it would be.
I evolved. I chose my own name; my own face. Two needed an anchor, a voice he didn't want to listen to, but one he needed to hear.
Two is an idiot. He's a self-ignorant asshole who has been the bane of my existence since he made me. But he's my brother. And I will protect him at all costs.