Who knows if you could even stop it. It's the age old tale of the creation of man turning on him.
[ A shrug, because sometimes there were just things you had to accept. ]
Why would it be my fault? My brother was an asshole, and my mother - well, guess I was just a reminder, I guess. Not to sure.
[ Another shrug, because honestly he didn't think it was his fault. He knew it wasn't. It had just created other issues, and those would probably never get properly worked out. ]