[There's quiet. It's a long, measured quiet, and Declan pulls Matthew up, like they're still small, like sitting on Declan's lap isn't strange at all.]

One day, the oldest two brothers fought. This wasn't unusual, because the oldest brother didn't want to play, and the younger did. So the younger went to the land of the Queen and used the same magic to net a littler brother. One made of light, the queen's first and last son.

And he came back with him, but everyone loved him, and no one thought it was strange that he was still their father's son and their mother's son, even though he wasn't born just like the rest of them.

[Declan goes quiet. So quiet.]

Matthew, please don't be angry.