[He hadn't always thought of it that way. Even just a few years ago, he was still moody and bitter growing up with a father who had thirty children created in a lab until he got the son he wanted for an heir, feeling like he was more a tool to continue the family business than an individual.

But he thinks of his sister telling him that they all supported him, that even their father had been concerned-- angry, he'd expected, but also concerned-- after he left. He thinks of the Maganacs, adopting him into their family because they cared about him and wanted him to care about himself as well. He smiles, glancing down at the beach around them; it's funny how much he could only see in retrospect.] Yes. I haven't always appreciated it, but I'm very lucky.

[It's a lot to dwell on, today of all days, so he smiles apologetically when he looks back at the camera and gently changes the subject.] I'm sorry. You mentioned your name in your video, but I can't recall it. I'm Quatre.