"Ah." Yes. "I did." And that hadn't been a pleasant experience. That wasn't a happy memory, that Martin had lived in.

He fell silent to think, briefly, on his own siblings. A topic that he spent decidedly less time reviewing in his head compared to his son, or even compared to Catsovi. His own brothers were... distant memories, now. Voices in his head. Flashes of emotion, few of them positive. Alas. It could not have been helped. He did what he had to do, and that was all long past, anyway....

Not that he'd done much better by the rest of his family, either.