In Karl's memory, Morrison had always been the dependable elder brother—ever since they were children. From the way he looked after Karl when they were young, to the way he supported him later on when Karl insisted on pursuing academics instead of joining the family business. Sure, Morrison would often grumble about how meaningless research was and nag him to come back and help manage the company, but he had never once forced him.
Just as Morrison had said himself—he was the one shouldering the entire weight of MOS Corp., carrying the burdens and responsibilities alone to give their family a prosperous, comfortable life. And because Morrison, as the eldest, was there holding everything up, Karl, the second son, was free to live however he pleased.
