[He quirks an eyebrow. That was fast. And yet...yeah, he can see that.]

I wouldn't call him garbage, but I wouldn't call him father of the year material either. [He frowns a little.] Death isn't exactly warm and affectionate, but there is some mercy sometimes. He...tries. Or has been trying, at least, which I suppose is better than nothing. It's been better in recent history but he's told me his own fair share of lies and I often go months without hearing from him. Or years.