"Not twins, but we're easily mistaken for each other anyway. Only real difference is that his hair is straighter than mine and his eyes are brown. Uh..."

He hesitates.

"He's my little brother, but he's currently older than I am by several years, and visibly stronger. I, uh... I was killed in an ambush when he was little. Along with a fuckton more people that didn't deserve it. And somehow there are two of Felix here from different timelines."

Glenn's lips press together.

"There's a lot of shit behind all of that. And even the old man is here. So if you hear of anyone with the surname "Fraldarius," that's us.

"Regarding Moralta... I'd be happy to help you ride him when the weather shapes up. It'll be less miserable than this, and you'll be able to focus on more than just the water pelting you. I'll try to see if I can at least fashion a thicker blanket to make it easier if I can't find a saddle."