A thing he always admired about his brother was his confidence. It was his
essence; it was in the way he carried himself, the way he dressed, the way he
spoke. Klavier tried desperately to mimic it, but it always felt phony to him.
Thankfully, everyone else seemed to believe it was real.
It wasn't that he was unconfident. He liked himself just fine. But there were
many, many things he regretted, things that shaped him that he wished he could
have resisted. He could never forget those things. It was worse when he looked
in a mirror. Even he, himself, was a reminder of the things he so despised.
He thought about changing himself. Originally, to distance himself from his
brother, he had cut his hair. But he liked it long. Not because it reminded him
of his brother, but because he genuinely appreciated the look of it. However he
didn't want to be the spitting image of his brother (hard enough as that was to
avoid), so even though he quite liked suits, he decided to completely reverse
his wardrobe choice, and in court he wore things that were very casual, however
as he matured, he allowed himself the inclusion of a jacket.
Still, when he looked at himself, his resemblance with his brother was
undeniable. The knowing, inspecting eyes were the same; the elevated smirk he so often had was the
same. And Klavier hated that.