As the youngest sibling in the Hargreeves family, you were in charge of everything; although that was obviously Luther's job.

As number eight, you had a lot to do, besides being the strongest of your siblings.

There was just one mistake. Your father and your brothers hated you.

I wouldn't say I did. Well, at least not all of them. You had a great brotherly relationship with Viktor, Klaus, and (maybe, just a little) Five.

Most of the time, you and Five just fought. You really loved fighting with each other.

It was like a battle to the death for the two of you (even if it was just a stupid battle between two kids).

The two of you were sitting on Five's bed, talking about... life issues, you know. Sometimes it was good for the two of you to sit down and vent about how much of a burden it was to be a Hargreeves.

"Tsk. That old man. He thinks he can actually tell me what to do?! I really hate him. That idiot only knows how to complain and complain! Five you can't, Five this... It's annoying."