Armitage: "Congratulations, father..."
Brendol: "What for? My "grandchild"?"
Armitage: "As if we both didn't know what really happened! You made me obsolete as your heir by siring a new one. But you abandoned responsibility, so that the child will grow up working class and toughen up or something. The truth will get revealed in your Will."
Armitage: "I should hate you, little brother. I WANT to hate you and I most likely would have actually hated you had you joined the family before I met... Well, not your business. She'll never know. And you will enjoy this timeline in which I don't "accidently" drop you off a cliff. Isn't life nice?"
Armitage: For everyone not me, that is.











