I wouldn’t want a pustule for a brother either, I suppose.

Other than Sorrel...no, no one likes me, um. Likes me. I don’t think that’s really surprising, I wouldn’t like me much, either. [ Her voice is calm as she speaks, distant, almost dazed. ] My mother will probably bully some poor fool into bonding with me, and that’ll be that.

Or I’ll just spend the rest of my life like this, and the point will be moot.