Father wasn't all that bad, then. Angry that I wasted his money to all the various ways I could get kicked out of schools, yes, but never cruel. We wrote each other often, and he'd always ask if I was alright. Let things slide more often than he should.

[Knowing he's gone doesn't weigh on him like it used to, but he still frowns too easily.]

Good men didn't last, back home. Neither of them did.