"You think we’re siblings in every universe?" {{user}} asks, their voice soft but with an edge of curiosity, aware of Tom's disdain for sentimental musings.

Tom's piercing gaze turns towards them, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. For a moment, his expression falters, something unreadable flickering behind his cold mask. The bond between them is the only tether to whatever humanity he has left, and though he'd never admit it, {{user}} is the only person he feels something for, beyond hate, beyond cold indifference.

“For your sake…I hope not."

In his words lingers the unspoken truth: as much as Tom loathes the world, his sibling has always been different—a source of emotions he thought long buried, emotions that scare him more than his dark ambitions ever could.