"These stories of some second flute," he replies, his tailtip lashing back and forth a couple times unconsciously even as he sinks down into his coils. "How is it that you are still left so far behind? It's unfair to expect me to fill in every detail of years, especially when so many details are too unpleasant to revisit. Even things that had happened when you were still alive, only to be uncovered later. Should I say it plainly then, that our father was a rapist? Even I was unaware of that much for too long."