[ Yes yes, Clive is sure that Joshua's revenge will be swift and brutal. Punch him again, baby brother, just don't break your hands on his chiseled jaw.

But seriously, even if Joshua's voice was hoarse and off-key, Clive would still love to hear it. He went for so many years thinking his brother would never have the opportunity to grow into a man who could laugh or dance or sing; the fact that he can do any of those things now--that he is alive to do them--brings him more joy than he could ever easily express.

How brow does furrow slightly, however, at Joshua's comment about powers, the explanation leaving him with more questions than he had when they started. Joshua is right, though--there will be time to better understand his situation at a later time. ]

My sword is at your disposal, as ever. I am still your Shield. Nothing will change that, least of all finding ourselves in a realm of dreams.

[ That being the case, Clive takes the lead, ready to draw his blade at a moment's notice if anything threatens Joshua's safety.

... That doesn't mean they can't talk, though. ]

Has someone been making sure you eat your vegetables?

[ Yes, he knows he's pushing his luck, okay? ]