[There's a soft sigh, he should've known his Twin would get insanely protective of him. Hearing the 'we' in all of this just made him frustrated. To think that Michael would so easily throw away his amazing life here because he's gone and screwed up and become some freak?]

Wings. Michael.

[He says pointedly then steps forward out of the dark and into the dim light. The wings flex, opening and spreading the primaries in a small display.]

They're wings. And WE aren't going anywhere. I'm not letting you throw everything away. I'm not dragging you down with me.