You're being emotional. It's understandable, but unnecessary.
— Who are you?
— What are you?
— I'm Viscount Tewkesbury, the Marquess of Basilwether.
— You're a nincompoop.
My mother only corresponded with one address with regularity. It was wrong of me to look where it was addressed to, and entirely wrong of me to have memorized it. But when growing up in the countryside, there is little excitement, so one clings to whatever narratives one can get.
— Second question. How did your sister get there before ya?
— I'm sorry?
The truth is, I did not ask for Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether in my life. I did not want the Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether in my life. So why do I feel responsibility for the Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether?
— What's made you like me more?
— Really? That is your question? Not "Who is trying to kill me?"