Dyme hesitated. It'd happened half a lifetime ago, so he'd had plenty of time to come to terms with it, but it was still painful. Nyckel had been everything he hadn't, but maybe his brother would be proud of the progress Dyme had made.

"Um. He was killed," he said quietly. "The whole thing was a mess. He was a good guy, he meant well. He just...got on the bad side of the wrong people."