There's a compound of Nazis in Chile. Pinochet likes to outsource his torturing to them as his own men have a bad habit of killing the people their interrogating. [ The lines on his face deepen, his expression hardens. ] Once I reentered the public sphere, so to speak, some dissidents reached out to me to help deal with this particular problem. Luckily, in order to keep themselves "pure" they've cut themselves off from the outside world, so they won't see me coming. [ He shrugs, and flashes a smile that doesn't a tall reach his eyes. ] Sometimes I do things just for the joy of it.

[ He shakes his head. ]

Charles started the school and Clara's been running it in his absence.

[ He shifts his weight. Explaining Clara is going to be... complicated. Probably. Maybe he could just let nature take its course on that one. ]

I'm the eldest and most experienced so they look to me, I suppose. It's... not the most comfortable position to be in, all things considered.

[ For so many reasons, both large and small. Not least of which the jealousy that grips him in his weaker moments. Why them? Why not her? And other such things that the children themselves are not at all at fault for. ]