Still sucks that you thought that, yo. That kinda shit can really mess with ya.

[He mulls that over for a second. After a sigh, he shakes his head and changes his tone, a bright smile plastered onto his face. It's no use thinking about something like that if you don't plan on getting back up.]

But I'm glad your mom ain't like that. Bet she'd be real proud to see her girl being one helluva baddie too, yo.

[Hell, even he's proud of her. She almost went noctaere on him but she was able to pull herself back with a little help.

While his smile persists, it dims slightly thinking about his parents once more. It's not something he would talk about to just anyone but he's known Futaba for long enough that he feels at ease around her. And it wasn't just because he liked her... Maybe it was time for him to dish out some lore.]

I don't think they did either. Hate me. But they didn't really care. Leas'... the stopped carin' when I did too 'cause that was the only way I could get 'em off my back.

[His eyes shift, looking down at his hand, not realizing how he was tugging at the fabric of his pants—a nervous tic of his. A scoff leaves his mouth, not looking back up, but appreciating the validation coming from Futaba.]

Yeah, I know that now. That it's aight to do what I wanna do and be who I wanna me. I ain't changin' who I am. Not for my 'rents, not for anyone, yo.