[Some Stuff is putting it lightly. It was some Really Shitty Stuff, but, in the end, no less excusable for being such a bastard. To friends, to family, to everyone.]

I did tell them. I made sure they knew. [His lips thin. The people who gave him a family when he had none, and he had treated them like garbage.] I made sure they knew my goal was more important than they would ever be.

Making them hate me would make it easier, or so I thought.