[Kurama listens, his expression quietly thoughtful but empathetic. He slips his hands into his pockets as he tips back his head to look back up at the stars.]

...It happens all too easily, at the level of kings and gods. Either someone throws a wrench in the gears and events spin out of control, or the entire thing was subject to someone else's plan all along.

I'm sorry for whatever happened to your brother. You loved him very much, didn't you?