[He sighs. Normally he'd rather not talk about his private life with a total stranger, he understands where the question is coming from, and figures honesty is the best move here.] It's... complicated. When I was a child I adored him. He came into my life after my father died, and while I can recognize he was just manipulating me now, I was barely in Kindergarten at the time. Shortly after he came back into my life, he died again, and I grew up thinking it was my duty to follow in his footsteps.

Luckily I had someone snap me out of that before it got out of hand.