It feels wrong to miss my friends so much yet not care for my father. Admittedly, my life now probably plays a part in that apathy for him, but it's also my memories too...
I don't know. I guess I just wish he believed in me before I messed everything up (and then fixed it again, in my own way). It's wishful thinking I know, and I'm aware that I can't change the past; however, even while my friends were not always kind to me, they still believed in me. They still, in some way, viewed me as something to respect and later fear, and whether I enjoy the thought or not, that's more than Quirin ever did for me.