A Brother

"So, who are you?"

Emir brought up the question that remained bubbling in his mind for a while.

Ragnar didn't appear to be surprised and simply answered:

"Well… You could say that I'm someone who fell from grace…"

Emir's face, which had been calm for the past hour, finally showed a smile. 

"Ah… I see."

"Shouldn't you be comforting me?"

"No."

"No? Well, I guess, as the kids say, rip bozo."

"…What the fuck does that even mean?"

"I don't think anyone knows. It's a new trend for the kids these days." 

Ragnar subtly changed the subject, and Emir played along.

"And what's the trend?"

"I ain't sure, but I think they pulled up on some archives of the old world, like a time capsule of how they talked, and this trend was the result."

Emir tilted his head to the side.

"Were they retarded?" 

"The kids?"

"No… Actually, yeah, but I meant those from back then."

Ragnar chuckled.