He’s my brother. And not by something as accidental as blood… by something much stronger. By choice.
What is honor compared to a woman’s love? And what is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms? Or a brother’s smile?
Toughest a**hole I ever met, my brother. Feed him a hammer, he’d crap out nails.
My brother has a weakness for beauty. He forgives it anything.
It is in our nature to seek our brother’s possessions. And be willing to destroy to obtain them.
I never loved my brothers. Sad thing for a king to admit, but true. You were the brother I chose.
As long as my brother is still alive, he is not defeated.
When I look at you, I don’t see a design, I see my brother.
Now that you admitted we are brothers, I can die knowing that I will live on through you.
Brother’s not a warrior. Now is the time for warriors.