... Maybe my sister. But I didn't appreciate it until she was gone.

[He's still... dealing with that.]

I had a father - sort of - but he... hid things from me. All my friends were taken from me. The people who were supposed to be watching over us could only watch us die one by one.

[Good people? Don't make him laugh.]

How do you know they're good people? How long have you been here? How long have you known them?