[Liquid nods slowly as he listens. The gesture brings to mind what had happened the last time he'd seen his ersatz father, and he pushes down the thought.]

Names. Always comes down to them, doesn't it? You took yours back. I threw mine out in the rubbish where it belonged.

[He finishes up his drink and goes for another one, just to have something. He's not getting drunk anytime soon, not with what he's still having, but he's not really interested in doing so anyway.]

How did I feel? Livid. I... I wanted to kill him. My biggest goal in life, and there it was, stolen from me by my brother. I was supposed to destroy my father, and his legacy. It was to be my revenge.

I suppose it's what spurred me on to do more with myself. I'd been... well, not completely useless, but the early nineties weren't all that great for me and I sort of just coasted through the rest of the decade, simmering quietly. And then I got that news. So, I made a decision. If I couldn't destroy my father, I could still go on to surpass him. There was still a legacy to destroy. And then? Tretij and I joined FOXHOUND.