"But your father was the one who created this situation. None of it is your fault," Leia said gently.
Kieran shook his head, a faint, bitter smile tugging at his lips. "That's not how I see it, Leia. Ronan was constantly compared to me, at every step, in everything he did. Even now, there's a distance between us that never seems to close. While I was the favored son, always in the spotlight, Ronan was left in the shadows. He was denied the attention, the affection, even the opportunities I received without asking."
His voice softened as his gaze dropped to the floor, lost in the weight of unspoken guilt. "I may not have caused it, but I was at the center of it all. And sometimes, I wonder if that alone makes me responsible."
"Ronan doesn't blame you for anything. Maybe there's a distance between you both, but I believe deep down he cares for you. He has a big heart. You know that too," Leia stated, passing a small smile to him.
