[The question sparks a laugh, one Akechi can't quite manage to hide behind a polite hand. It's a short, derisive sound at odds with his usual veneer, and he shakes his head.]

None that I know of, but it's not impossible.

[By the time he was old enough to realize that if his father had accidentally sired him, there could be others, he'd stopped caring. So what if there were other unlucky bastards out there? None of them had the power to take his father down like he did. Who gives a shit about siblings he doesn't even know, if they exist at all?

He reels himself back in. Fine. If Damien could tell him about his family, perhaps it's okay to let on a little about his own. A little. It wouldn't do to alienate him with the truth.]

Unfortunately, my mother passed years ago, [suicide, he doesn't say, because who wants to hear the sob story of a child losing his only family member? What adult cares? Not a single one, in his experience.] And my father... well.

[I'll do anything for the captain. I'll die for him, too. Isn't that how Shido thought of Akechi? As his puppet, a tool, a child to manipulate from the very beginning. Hatred isn't strong enough of a word for what Akechi thinks of him.

So maybe he can be forgiven if the smile that rises to his lips is less than pleasant.]

I've nothing to say about him.