Claus was sulking again.

Earlier at Caroline's, a small girl had walked up to him and asked about his eye and mechanical arm. Knowing Claus hated when it was brought up, Lucas intervened and told the girl his brother was a superhero.

It didn't help improve Claus' mood.

The redhead was on his side of the bed, in deep thought. Lucas lay beside him and smiled.

"This is about earlier, isn't it?" the blonde asked. His brother nodded sullenly.

Lucas sighed. "Claus, you are a hero. You tried to avenge Mom, and that's courage—"

"It was stupidity."

"—and you tried to sacrifice yourself to save me during that last battle."

"I had no choice."

"Still. I understand if—"

Exasperated, Claus turned to his brother.

"No, you don't understand, Lucas! I'm.. I was the villian!" he said. "This arm.. These hands.. They tried to kill you once."

But Lucas just shrugged and wrapped his arms around his twin.

"Well you may not be the hero, Claus.." he said, pulling his brother closer. ".. but you're my hero."

Claus hugged him back, a goofy smile on his face.

"And you're mine."