I wasn't good enough for them. Unlike my brothers who are perfect.

[ He sounds just like his usual petty self as he says it, but somehow it has more to it than just bitter anger, like he's trying to hold something else back. He looks to the side. He doesn't want to get upset, but...damnit, where are his sunglasses when he needs them? ]

They didn't even bother looking for me after I left. Not a call or anything.