...Klavier. Tell me something. How old, exactly, were you when you exited law school?

[ He lets that sink in for a moment. Lets Klavier think on that, lets it dawn on him. It's not about trust. It's about the fact that this all began so long ago, and he had, perhaps naively, wanted to shield his younger brother from the ugly truth of their family. The sordid affair was too much for even Kristoph, and he'd been a very hardened person by even then. But it was... Personal, perhaps. And he'd never been good with things that hit too close to personal. ]

Now, tell me. Why, oh why, would I burden by seventeen-year-old brother with the burdens of our family, the truth of his brother's heritage? You didn't deserve that weight upon you, Klavier.

[ This is... Perhaps the softest he'd been in a long time with his brother. The admission that he'd wanted to keep Klav from being hurt by all of that, because he knows his brother. Klav would have found some inane way to blame himself. Even though it's impossible for Klav to have been at faul for their mother's affair. ]