*both brothers stand in the rain*

BSC: No. I don’t think it is you…

Zeb: –but–

BSC: You can’t be here.

Zeb: Maybe I’m not.

BSC: Cut it out with the handwaving enigma. *getting irritated* You can’t be here. You just can’t! So I’m going to give you a choice. Either you leave… or.. *looks at his sword*

Zeb: Need you cut me down to size further? *pulls up his armor to show a scar along his side* It seems you have already done that well enough.

BSC: …

Zeb: I’m trying to protect you, little brother. *puts his knee up on one of the statue pedestals and leans forward to talk*