Hearing Kingsley's words, a smile appeared on Anthony's lips, slow and knowing, as though he had already anticipated that exact response long before it was spoken. He had expected the answer, after all, he knew Kingsley sort of saw him as a brother because they were both anomalies, two existences that stood outside the common sense of the world and walked paths others could neither comprehend nor follow.
Although Kingsley was older, Anthony wasn't going to be the younger brother in anything, not in strength, not in presence, not even in mentality, he was going to be the older brother regardless of age, besides he was stronger than Kingsley, and in their world, strength often decided such trivial hierarchies.
"Since that's your answer, then let's get to work," Anthony stated, his smile still ever-present, calm and effortless, as though what was about to happen was something mundane rather than extraordinary.
