[ Hans sighs again. Seymour is dead after all, so yeah, it could be worse. ]

I didn't mean to get so morbid. I apologize.

[ Time to take a looong sip of his wine and pour himself another glass. ]

I'm used to it. Or I like to think so, anyway. But I have to admit the more time I spend away from there, the harder it is to come to terms with the fact that that's "just how it is."

[ He takes another sip. Since they're over-sharing. ]

I've thought about killing my brothers, but there's twelve of them. There's no point to doing all that. My father would still love them all more than me.