Envy inhaled and shook his head. "They were close enough once to call one another brothers. So I would guess you're correct. The pain is deep." He didn't elaborate, the fight between the two men not his story to tell. But he could explain something else to give her a better idea. 
"I fled from my people a long time ago. A lifetime, compared to a mortal. I made it to Ziad and made my way underground for shelter. As you may know, my people do not tolerate sunlight." He gestured to the burns on his skin, and the useless eyes that were now irreparably damaged. 

"I intended to move on somehow, make my way here to the mountains, and then on, but I discovered the cisterns there and stayed a while to recuperate and learn about the world. And one day a small child found his way into the cisterns; starving, broken, hopeless. In time, we trusted one another, and he brought another. And they brought more. And suddenly the cistern was an orphanage of sorts. I had somehow created my own underground city, the one above completely oblivious to our existence. Ruli and Zeke grew up together there. Helped me care for and train the children so that when they were old enough to leave, they had skills enough to secure jobs. But the two of them never left. Many didn't, deciding to remain and help those who came in. Sid is one of them. Aeron's mother another." he shook his head regretfully. 

"One day, we'll settle and create our own paradise again. Those who dwell in here in the cavern are those who lived with me. Those in Little Ziad are the few from the surface city who survived. Only a handful go back and forth. Like Zeke. He got himself a job working for Ziad's late king to keep himself close to the seat of power, and became captain of the guard at a young age, thanks to an unfortunate circumstance. The people still trust him because he got them out, so they obey his orders not to retaliate against me because of what I am. Truthfully, I think he told them I'm a prisoner." He gave a grim smirk, which said he didn't mind pretending to be such a thing, but was bothered that it had to be said.

"More than his anger at what happened, Zeke suffered a grave injury. A Kartaian struck him in the head, and his helmet buckled into his skull, causing that scar on his face. In a way, he's lucky, as a hair more to the left and he'd have lost his eye." Envy admitted. "He fought despite it, taking near-fatal injuries, and it was days before we could cut the helmet off his head. There is a headache that won't recede, and his other injuries may limit him from ever being a proper soldier again. No amount of herbs we find relieve the agony he's in. It is no excuse, but I don't berate him for his harsh tongue because I understand."

Envy grinned at Kire again, the same grim expression. "Enough about us, though. I do not know much about you. Where are you from? You have family there, if I recall you mentioning?"