[After a while, a funny thing happened: Kirin's movements became less... bloodthirsty, less pushy. Slowly, every so slowly, by degrees, he began to try and follow his brother's pace, rather than pushing and bullying him into his own. It took a while for Kirin to stop holding onto the sword with a vague killing intent, rather trying to enjoy it as much as he hoped his brother was enjoying it. It had been decades since he'd done something like that, though.]