[ He really wasn't giving information away, but V knew that people are like that. He was like that too, and it makes him pause a little remembering that it was hard for him to talk of these things before. Was it because now there was nothing to hide? Or that he didn't have to claw his way up the Qliphoth to fight his demon half?

Well, he needed to take a step back, though slowly. ]

I suppose so. [ Because there was so much history as well, between them and the distant figure of their father. ]

I exaggerate. [ V waves his hand, dismissing his past words. ] I had been rather sickly as a child and it felt like it was so when I first tried these bonds.

They are straight from Hell itself. [ A slight smile; he may not know what that is given the Lifestream, so a little clarification. ] The Underworld. Were all that is evil festers until it finds a hole and breaks into the human world to feast.

I was a sickly child and cannot fight the way my brother does with his fists. Human magic is weaker, so yes, to fight with them I made a pack. The tattoos are the contracts drawn directly on my skin; anyone who knows can read it so.