"Fists are blind brother." He shoves a little more in what might be a tousle, might be a very cruel form of facial reorganization. "There isn't anyone on this planet who I wouldn't beat up. That includes you."

Anyone. He won't point it out, and his face barely shows his flash of anger (he always looks angry) and instead he lets his hand slide down and sighs.

"It's important for you to know how to defend yourself. There's nothing wrong with being scared, but you should know how to stab a guy like me."