Not... not really. [He can picture what she's thinking of, a life where Yukio wasn't just the brother who wrapped up Rin's injuries and told him to put more effort into his schoolwork.]

There were always people around to watch out for us. But...

They were raising us to be weapons. He was allowed to have a normal life, he didn't know about any of this until a few months ago. I was the one who had to learn how to fight, I was the one who always had to be-- [he cuts himself off, painfully aware of how loud he's getting, how much he's spilling in front of someone he doesn't know.]

I'll never be good enough, and he's always been perfect.