The twins basically ratted me out on trying to find out what their “test” was while I was asleep. Dad basically wanted to explain to me why I couldn’t know "certain things" about the twins. He basically lectured me and said that sometimes it’s better not knowing things and that I should learn when to mind my own business. How the twins, who are now livening with me, are NOT my business is beyond me - but ok, dad. I guess I’m just “too young to understand” corporate secrets, like how I was “too young to understand” that Aunt Kat had to go to a mental hospital for her bipolar — or better yet, how I was “too young to understand” that mom was dying!?

Dad always tried to hide things from me, I thought that all changed when mom told me about her condition... after that, we’d talk about everything with each other and you’d even let me help with taking care of her. I thought you didn’t see me as just a kid anymore...

Jekyll came and talked with me, he wanted to know why I asked about their test and why I was so insistent on them telling me. Apparently, they wanted to try to understand where I’m coming from. I was still upset from the talk with my dad, so I basically told Jekyll off about how he should’ve tried that before ratting me out. He tried to calm me down with a passive tone, which only fueled my anger. Ain’t that just the way? You expect an argument, they don’t shout back, so you go on a frenzy. Eventually, dad came in, shooed Jekyll out, and asked me what happened, but he was the last person I wanted to talk to at that moment, so I just kept shut. I heard him eventually asking Jekyll, but he said that it was between us and refused to say anything more. I guess he understood what I was getting at through my incoherent shouting or something because he left me alone until after dinner.

Jekyll came to my room with Hyde and we basically started from the top. I was still upset about the whole day, but I calmed down enough to talk about it. I told them about how dad used to talk about them a lot, it made me look forward to meeting them. But now that they’re living with me, I feel like I was closer to them when they were still at the lab. The same goes for dad, despite going with him to his job a good number of times, I never realized how little I knew about what he does for a living - until I met the twins. I just want answers. I want to be on the same page as everyone else.

The twins seemed perplexed about why I want that, they think it’s normal for “higher-ups” to keep things confidential. I tried to explain that dad isn’t a higher-up to me, he’s my dad. But it was hard to explain, and they couldn’t fully grasp it, I guess family something you need to experience to understand. But they admitted that they don’t know everything either, they only know what they are told and do what they’re instructed to do. Sometimes they’d wish to know more, but they were “trained” to not ask. In a strange sense, that’s comforting, they’re kinda in the same boat as I am. 

I’m glad we made up. We agreed to work on actually getting to know each other, as people. To me, there's no better way to do that than through copyrighted party games.