He tilts his head aside, a sound close to a "nahhh" leaving him, soft.

"It was a long time ago," he explains, though he knows that doesn't excuse it. Not the part he wants to dismiss as he regards Inigo again, head correcting its tilt. "But I knew-- that he was wrong, that I'd prove him wrong. That I'd never treat other people like that. And your dad shouldn't have done that to you either."

He sits himself properly, his view on Inigo not exactly what it was.

"You're just--you," is what he really wants to say--the part that matters most of all. "You're not your dad and you're not your sister, just like I'm not mine. You don't have to be. They can be great or well-liked, but you're your own person, you know? You put in the work, you do your best--and there's plenty to be proud about you. People can look and compare you to your family, but what do they know?" He shakes his head, as if disregarding voiceless criticisms.

"If anything, you prove them wrong. And if they can't see it--then they don't want to see it. And I don't have time for people like that."