[ Too bad he doesn't care to so much as notice, what a jerk. His tone is serious again. ]

He painted. Somehow it called out to the Second Hand of Time, woke it up from hundreds of years of sleep. Everyone thought the Second Hand was dead, but he managed to bring it back.

[ He doesn't talk about Daisuke like he's a pet. He speaks like Daisuke is a person who is valuable and perhaps enviable. Like the little brother who's long since surpassed you. ]