"Ah. I was wondering how long I was going to rot here before you would visit." Kristoph looked up from the book in his lap, setting the bookmark in as calm as ever. Apollo stopped in front of his cell, watching as his former mentor, and now one of the most despicable people the attorney knew, stood up, setting the book down and smiling. "... Justice... I heard you're doing well." He added into the silence. He was waiting. Apollo didn't plan in disappointing
"You're disgusting." He spat. "All those years... How long did you do that to him?"
"... To who, Justice?" Kristoph walked over to the bars, staring evenly at Apollo. "... My pathetic excuse of a brother, I'm guessing..."
"How could you? Your own flesh and blood..."
"That made it all the easier."
"Why." Kristoph sighed, shaking his head, before crossing his arms and smiling.
"Apollo." Apollo had never heard Kristoph use his name. Dread shivered up his spine. "Klavier would never have let his dear big brother down. And I doubt he will now. Did you know how rare it is for someone who is gas-lit to fully grip the fact and break free?"
Apollo's heart nearly froze as realization dawned, and Kristoph leaned forward. "No matter what you do, Apollo, what you say... Klavier is always going to care for me. All those years I spent "protecting" and "caring" for him... I admit it was somewhat sincere. But business is important, after all. And Klavier was a stepping stone. Just like everyone else."
"Stay away from Klavier, Kristoph. If I ever find you near him again, I will end you personally." Apollo hissed before leaving, and trying to ignore Kristoph's dark laughter following him down the hall