"That was what we were part of as far back as I can remember." Another sort-of shrug, this one even more half-assed considering he only uses one shoulder for it. "Born into a mafia Family...." A pause and he adds, "Probably."

It's not like he can remember, after all. Maybe it was trauma, maybe he never really knew his parents at all, but the only thing Chikusa can remember is white. White labs, white labcoats, the white of the bandages wrapped around his head and the sheets they occasionally tossed over corpses to lazily keep them out of sight... He has to admit that there's a good possibility that he was never actually of Estraneo blood. He might not even be truly Italian.

Well. It's not like it matters now.

"So, even ignoring anything else... That kind of setting... It's not one that lets people be soft."