... We're still fighting. There's things he feels he has to make up for, even if he uses me as a shield between what he has to do and himself.
He doesn't know how to have a normal life. He's fucking jealous of you, for at least having parents. He doesn't even remember anything before he was modified, so who the hell knows if his parents are alive? He wouldn't even know what name to look under.
But why the fuck should what I think about it matter? From the psychology books he's read I'm just some kind of fucked-up defense mechanism. According to 'experts' I shouldn't exist.
[But he does, so fuck them. He'll do what he wants.]