Well, it's bad luck, obviously. But after a while, the line of succession gets so broad that I may as well not be family at all.

[ Hans was probably born in the winter, on a cold day, where his father's words were probably "oh, not another one." ]

I mean, yes, it's better than nothing. I never needed friends growing up, I grew up fine.

[ No, you didn't, Hans. You did not. ]