Honestly, I don't know. He's not a bad person and he's even helped me a lot in my past during times where I was much worse off than I am now. I have never had a problem with him or is grandfather until I stood up to him that day. I guess that's what I get for putting that narcissistic pile of garbage in his place. Seriously, the life of a cockroach has more value to me than him.

I don't see him being able to function in society on his own; I think he will need my help one day. I guess why I care so much is because I see a lot of myself in him.

Even though I'm pissed at him, I still want to help. I just want him to reach out to me is all. I don't give a damn about pros or cons or the long run; I want to help one of the few people who has accepted me for who I am even after seeing me without my mask and to hell with everybody else.