"Bury? How? It won't go away. I've tried, it doesn't go. You can party, drink and fuck but it doesn't go away." He had been trying. A lot. He moved closer to the cell and then leaned on the glass, looking at his brother curiously. And then he switched to Tolkien Elvish. Why not? It was fun to be around his brother, only he could play with languages the same way he did. "Mother? Father? They've been so absent."

He had never seen them again, even if in the early days, he had a pathetically childish want to be found by them and just have a normal life. As if. Idly, he changed it up to French this time. It was just satisfying to make it as hard as possible for these guys to snoop. "It's just us at the end. As always. What do you have in mind, brother?"