A family of one
You may well make my job easier than I had originally forseen, Jason. No, I am not “Rumplestiltskin.”
For all your bluster about ~family~ and sticking together, you are the only one who answered. In case that’s not statement enough for you, let me be clear:
You are alone. Nobody cares about you, because no body cares about any body. Accepting this fact will make it far easier to endure the pain in your future.
For that effort, however, I’ll spare you. Unfortunately, I now have one of your ~friends~. How much torment he must withstand in the coming days depends on how well you answer the following questions. Understanding is the commodity, here. Thus, ignorance is the price of your bliss…but then, so is ~family~.
“Why am I doing this?”