Julian pressed on, his voice softening. "Billy's not wrong for wanting something different. He just chose the wrong time to declare it. And you..."
"...Did what had to be done," Arthur finished.
"Yes," Julian agreed. "But being the family head isn't just about protecting our assets; it's about shepherding our hearts not like a tyrant, but like a father."
Arthur looked away, and for the first time, Julian caught a glimpse of vulnerability flickering across his brother's face.
"I wasn't raised to be that," Arthur admitted. "Our father was cold. Our mother was gone. I was forged by necessity."
Julian nodded slowly, recalling the past. "I remember. You were twelve when you started reading market reports before bed. You sacrificed soccer, music, friends... all to prepare for a role no one actually asked you to take."
"Somebody had to."
