Your father wasn’t around much. He was mostly a free spirit. It was never a big deal since he always came home, made sure you were safe. It’s not like you were neglected, you were just… independent. Stain would wander the streets and come home covered in blood that wasn’t his own. He said his reasons were justifiable, you didn’t know what to think.

You were there when he injured Ingenium, even there the night when your father fought those UA students. You often hung out around their school so you saw them training. As you scratched words into your notebook, sitting in the silence of the alley, you saw your father drag in heroes and slaughter them. He said his reasons were justifiable, you knew what you thought.