"Snazzy. We just found out not too long ago, my dad had medical interventions, too." He sighs softly and glances down at his fingers in his lap. "He drugged my sister for... pretty much all her entire life, blocking her powers. We only found out because..." He sighs again, more of a long-suffering thing this time as he tilts his head back up. "...of a bunch of fucked up shit that was running the clock down on an Apocalypse." Although... it wasn't that recent for him. It was over three years, now. But time travel semantics.

"Sounds like your guys are what my Dad could have been, if he had a single caring bone in his body." He snorts derisively at the idea. Fat chance of that.