"See, that's why I waited. I hesitated, dithered so very long, because you are indeed a man grown. I hoped that you would choose to ease back on your own."

His voice was soft, as he did the best he could to be honest here, gaze on the hands frozen in his own, as he tried to piece together what he could say here.

"But it has become that bad. And it would be a monstrous thing, to see my brother hurting, to see him on such a self-destructive path, and not want to try and help."