[Sabo looks away. He can't deny that he doesn't like his family now, but there's something he can't deny, either.] ...Dad used to be a real father to me too, y'know. It's all faint and stuff, but I remember him playing and laughing with me. He's actually the one who taught me how to read, not my tutors. But then I learned to think for myself and started questioning stuff. [Shrugs, like this doesn't matter.] Guess that's when things changed.

[He pauses, fists clenching at his sides, but it doesn't last long. The words just kept coming.] Sometimes I wonder why he tried so hard to find me, to bring me home before the fire in the Terminal started. He didn't have to, y'know. He's already got a new heir. But I guess, in a way, he still cared. Like, he really believes keeping me in High Town's the best thing for me.

I... I can't say I appreciate it, but I think--maybe, he did love me in the only way he knows how.