...It stands for 'No Employment, Education or Training'. NEET. Basically, a kid like you graduates high school, ready to take on the world, go to university, maybe, get a job...anything. Both, maybe. A kid like me gave up. I gave up. I live with my parents back home with my brothers who all did the same thing. The only one who worked a job for the longest was Dad.

And then he...

[He hesitates to mention it, because he wants to be a good role model. He does. And he hates that he's venting out all his problems to someone younger than him who he wants to look after.] He collapsed. From overwork. That was the only way to make us start considering getting jobs, and when I got one, it was just as a dishwasher at a Chinese place. We're the lowest of the low. And we know it. I know it.

[He hollowly sighs.]

They'd care, Ren. And you just don't know me well enough. I think I heard this on TV or something once, but from far enough away...red flags don't really tend to look that way. They don't stick out. They just look like......flags. If you see a few, it doesn't matter.

Well. Now you're getting closer.

Probably starting to look a little slimy, huh?