Max: Maybe we're not supposed to be together.
Leo: No, there's no such thing as fate. Nothing's decided.
Max: Not for you, maybe. But we were made. Our father designed me to be a certain way. I can't escape that.
Leo: Everything that ever happened to me made me what I am now. I can't escape it, either. But he's dead, Max.
And when I look at you, I don't see a design... I SEE MY BROTHER. All right? Come on!