We are both in the dark alley where I found the clue. Speaking of which, he didn't take any chances this time. I suppose I should give him credit for that.
I came to this alley to pick up his next piece, instead, I fell into a trap. I'm not worried; traps are easily escaped... if you have the right key.
"You didn't give me much time to respond to your message," I say to the figure blocking my exit.
"Time is a fleeting thing," he replies.
"Well, you've got me here. What exactly do you want?" I say.
"I want to know why you're here."
"You really think that I'm going to tell you?"
"I know you will," he says. He then activates his weapon, a blade of flames.
"No, I won't be. Don't worry though, we all make mistakes," I say menacingly as I activate my own weapon: the Frost Cane.
He doesn't jump forward. Probably still devising an algorithm to defeat me in combat, but that's why I'm always his better. I jump forward with my blade and slash at him-- because while he takes time to 'adapt' --he dodges but has no time to retaliate as I bring my blade from under-- I, on the other hand, already know the outcome: --he falls back. I rush forward and continue slicing through the air-- which, as any acquaintance of mine should know, --He finds an opening and takes it, trying to break through my defenses by sheer force from different angles. He brings his blade down for a crushing blow, but I sidestep instead, easily pushing him from his awkward stance-- Is that I, -- he topples down, and I grab his weapon-- never lose.
As I hold both blades in a 'x' formation over his neck, I smile, "Not enough time to find a weakness?"
"Not enough time for anything," he says.
I don't kill him. I'd like to, but I don't. Why? I'm sure he's wondering the same thing. Truth be told, I'm not against eliminating one's own siblings. I've already done it twice, but to relieve someone of his life, when there's so much... opportunity... left, that's just wasteful.
I deactivate both weapons, letting Xonos fall to the floor in defeat. I drop his weapon on the ground. He doesn't reach out for it, but rather, just watches as I crush it under my boot. He then looks up at me, towering over his slumped figure.
"You know better than to get up," I say.
"but.. I can't accept--" he tries to say, but I reply first:
"Defeat? Why not? No one gets anywhere by denying the inevitable."
He does not answer, instead, I begin walking out of the alley.
"Goodbye, brother mine," I say, "try not to get yourself killed."
I don't bother looking back, "By me or otherwise..."