[ even when times were good, the ones giving orders from desks still seemed like they had their heads up their asses. then again, all andyr knows about those times, really, are stories, and his father hadn't been terribly fond of command either, least of all when he'd started having seasoned men replaced by six month old clones. but the comment of bravery has a more real smile pulling across andyr's features, as he nods, blinking at some empty place down the hall. if his dad was anything, it was brave. indomitably, andyr would say. ]

Yep. When Mom passed, he left the service to look over me and my sister, and started up a school for the neighborhood. [ a martial arts school, not a, you know, school-school, but Andyr figures that's implied, what with the whole combat specialist thing. ] I helped teach the kids classes for a while.

[ Until he was almost 18, and then, Hapsburg, and neither of them did much of anything after that. Andyr for the fact he ended up a prisoner, and his dad for the fact he didn't make it that far. Lacked the gene to be of value enough. ]