[ This is all far more friendly than it should be. The fact that Caster laughs at him annoys him, then his hair getting ruffled makes it that much worse -- if this were a different time and place, Berserker would've been on top of him in a minute. It would've been enough to trigger a fight easily. Instead, he deals with the irritation and lets him do as he pleases. ]

Don't press your luck.

[ He smooths his hair back into place with a grumpy glare. He's resigned himself to Caster acting like an obnoxious older brother...It's weird, but it's fine.

He doesn't really know how to react to being told he's learning, though. Is he really learning...? He can't see how much he's changed and grown -- it's beyond him. Hell, how far he's come is beyond his understanding, too. Unthinkable, completely unthinkable for him to be able to change like this and yet, it's happened. It's just adapting, isn't it? Adapting to his environment is something he's used to doing, is this really that different?

In short: yes. This isn't for survival, not explicitly. He didn't need to the Bond to survive and he didn't need to deal with his emotions like he had been to survive. He could've slid back into the comfortable apathy at any time and yet he didn't. He's more than just a one-man war now.

As for the advice...Berserker shakes his head. ]

I think explaining our similarities as being twins has gone to your head. [ It's a light-hearted jab, or at least as light-hearted as he can get. ] ... I'll tell you my final decision later, though.