Jolteon: Leo, may I speak with you? Leafeon: Certainly, what's on your mind. Jolteon: The other day, you said quite passionately that you and I are not the same. Leafeon: Oh, that. I'm sorry I said anything, I lost my head for a moment. Jolteon: Not at all. What you said is true. You and I are different people, Leo, and I am grateful for that. You have your own strengths and your own way of doing things... just as I have mine. I do not expect you to follow in my footsteps, Brother. Leafeon: ... Hey, Xander. Do you remember when we trained together when we were little? Jolteon: Of course. It was my duty as the eldest to prepare my siblings for combat. Leafeon: Even back then, you excelled at everything you tried. Fighting, horsemanship, elocution, swimming, the list goes on. You were unstoppable. Not me, though. I had to work so hard at everything. I was so envious of you. Jolteon: ... Leafeon: At first, we all practiced swordsmanship, magic, and hand-to-hand combat together. But eventually, you took to the sword while I devoted myself to magic. A large part of the reason I chose magic... Was because you didn't. I knew that if I walked the same path as you, I would always be in your shadow. The joke's on me, though. Your shadow is too grand to escape, I'm afraid. Jolteon: Leo, I... Leafeon: I know, Xander. You and I are different. There is no point in comparing us. I know that, I do, and yet... I don't think I'll ever stop trying to reach your heights... or failing miserably to do so. Jolteon: ... Leafeon: Sorry, it must be hard having such a petty, competitive brother. Please, forgive me...
(Leo leaves)
Jolteon: Leo!