Young and hopeless

Ramsay fell silent and remained as such, save for the low growl rumbling in his throat as Greed lashed back at him about their father. There had been a time when he might defend Liar, but that was a thing of the past now. He didn't care what Greed said about their father now; he was more infuriated by the way his brother tried to insult him, causing him to grit his teeth, his muzzle wrinkling and lips pulling back to reveal more of his pearly teeth. "Sorry I didn't have future-reading abilities like you, Greed," he retorted haughtily through clenched jaws, his claws digging into the ground, "Sorry for wanting to believe in my family. And by the way, I can't read your mind, either, so whatever's going on with you, you're just going to have to spit it out!" He wasn't going to play guessing games with his brother. He couldn't understand his brother's point of view, and he would stubbornly hold out for Greed to just say it.

He wouldn't admit it, but he was surprised by the unusual show of intense emotion that Greed was throwing his way. Normally the young man was so quiet, cold and distant, and this was perhaps the most expressive he'd ever seen his brother. Even if it was all anger, it came out with a passion that wasn't typical for Greed. Ramsay knew something was going on in his brother's mind, but he was equally as proud as his brother, and he wasn't about to back down.

"And why would you care whether or not I'd give a shit, huh!?" He heard the question, but he wasn't sure how to respond at first. It seemed so obvious to him. Did Greed really not understand?
He searched for words, hesitating for several moments, before he finally found his voice. "I care because you're my brother!" he blurted out, hoping that his emphasis wouldn't go over Greed's head. Did he get it yet? He cared because this was his sibling, and that sibling was trying his hardest to remain angry and distant, trying to push him away and make this more difficult than it had to be. It stung, and he wondered if his brother could ever be cracked - would there ever be anything but distance and anger between them?

As things continued to get heated, Ramsay began to doubt that he'd get through to his brother at all. Was he just wasting his time? He wasn't sure, and he was beginning to see red as his brother hissed at him, telling him that he'd made mistakes, throwing them in his face, and then making a challenging statement. The hair along the back of his neck and shoulders spiked in a menacing gesture as he matched his brother's step forward, his head lifting and tail curving upward rigidly.
"This?" he questioned in a seething tone, "I don't know if I'd call this a mistake; unless you want to make it into one." He was on edge, furious as his dilated eyes glared at Greed, but he wasn't ready to make the first strike if it came to that. He wanted to see if he could get through to his brother without drawing blood, so his toes clenched, gripping the ground to hold himself in place.