"Charles Takamatsu, my father. He was curious, you see. You don’t realize it at the time, but the worst thing about abuse is the destruction of your past. I have no nostalgia or misty memories to draw upon, nothing to buttress my hopes for the future, just endless cycles of pain relived by my perfect recall. To cope, I tried to understand Charles’s motivations, spent my youth analyzing humans’ treatment of each other, and you know what I discovered?"