TALON IS LIKE THE SUPPLEMENTARY BETTER BROTHER HE NEVER HAD but always wished for . his own brother by blood could never COMPETE , could never offer him the camaraderie sebastian expected from a sibling friendship . there was minimal tussling , minimal fun to be had — their father stamped that out of them quickly , at a rather young age . now ? NOW SEBASTIAN WRESTLES AND SPARS WITH TALON LIKE A TEENAGER , laughing as he tries , fails to overpower his friend on the mat . it’s fun . it’s good to expel tense energy like this , squabbling in a safe environment . sebastian’s never been good at keeping up with punches thrown or kicks to his side , so he uses this as necessary training . LOVES IT . revels in it . at some point amid the wrestling , as the two stumble through a few swipes and punches , they fall , and suddenly talon is right on sebastian’s hand . HE YELPS A BIT , instinct taking over , but soon sits up and shakes out his fingers . ❝ that was illegal !! you’re disqualified !! ❞ a wide grin . sure , it’s sore , and he’s trying to use his adrenaline to soften the pain , but he’ll live . IT’S NOT GOING TO KILL HIM . ❝ what’s the verdict , then ? am i getting better ? you saw how shite i was when we first started . i’m slowly progressing , day by day . this is good practice . ❞ sebastian stands and shakes talon’s hand . ❝ s’fun , you know . wrestling around . i feel like a boy again . ❞ he starts stretching a bit , beaming at his friend . ❝ thanks for another lesson . I NEEDED THAT . ❞