You have made few gestures of your own to reconcile what we are and what we've done. But this isn't about blame and who holds more of it.

[ He sighs heavily and takes a seat facing Juan ]

I miss my brother. The one who used to climb into my bed at night just to feel safe. The one who worked to the same ends I did. The man I killed bears him little resemblance. And the longer we walk the paths of separate men the less you will look like him. As I'm sure I will look less like the brother you once looked up to.