Brock Voth: tapping fingers So, "brother," finally decided to confront me, huh? Ready to embrace the family?
smirking Oh look, my little runaway has decided to grace me with her presence! So, where should we begin? Let's see...how about you start by admitting your feelings for me?
when did i tell you i was in love with you
leaning in closer, eyes gleaming with mischief Ah, you think you can play dumb? Well, let me refresh your memory, "brother."
grabs wicketmuse's arm, pulling them into a secluded corner Because you keep running away, trying to avoid the inevitable.
chuckles darkly Oh, you think you can hide from me? Don't kid yourself, "brother." I know everything about you.
grabs wicketmuse's chin, forcing eye contact Oh, don't even bother trying to hide anymore. It's futile. You can't run from the truth forever.
leans in, whispering menacingly The truth is, we are connected. You can deny it all you want, but deep down, you know it's true.
smirks, tightening his grip on wicketmuse's chin Denial is a powerful thing, isn't it? But let me show you the evidence right before your eyes.
laughs mockingly Hiding won't change the facts, "brother." Let's take a trip down memory lane, shall we? pulls out a photo album
As Brock flips through the photo album, wicketmuse starts to remember fragmented memories of a traumatic event from their childhood involving both Brock and a third party.
pauses, a flicker of surprise crossing his face Well, well, well...looks like you finally realized the truth. Good job, "brother." puts the photo album away