Mm. I'd probably be perfectly content to tell you if I did, but it might be a gross oversimplification. You see, one thing that's become obvious to me, relearning my life here from the outside... I always befriend the nasty ones. I was Yuca's roommate when he was trying to destroy the world, just before he turned his plague of angels loose on all of us. I was giving dear doctor Kurotsuchi lessons in manners after he abducted and tortured me in the name of science, peeling my organs out while I was awake and decorating the room with jars of them. Your brother is the coup de grace in a long string of social suicide attempts. And I mean literal suicide, not some sort of accident of etiquette.
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