Alex huffs softly and looks away. Arms crossed over his chest with a clear frown on his face. “Not often. I’m not exactly a man of mercy. Most of the time. I guess… The time I didn’t kill the waste of life that is my father. My half-brother’s mother was begging and pleading for his worthless life. I guess you can say I spared him only because neither of us had the life we wanted. Not my father. My half-brother. We both suffered cause of him but… His mother seemed to care where mine never did. I never knew him but I guess one can consider this my way of acknowledging him and the fact we both had to deal with this worthless sperm donor of a father.”

(Thanks for asking! @locke-rinannis )