_{thesilvrsurfer:}

He loathed to admit it, but the Silver Surfer wishes he could care less too. To not care about the universe, Earth, Zen-la, everything. But he had been down that route under Galactus and it was too high of a cost. “We must deal with things our own way I will concede. I cannot speak for your situation but I know for myself, not caring will never be an option. It is a burden I am willing to carry as long as I live. Perhaps someday your situation will change.”

_{“Not likely,” He said bluntly. “Dear ol’ family won’t allow that.” Then again, his family was complicated, and rarely did any family ‘reunion’s’ ever go well. They ended in violence, death, or even both. A reason to why he stayed away from them and usually any mention of either his Father or Grandfather. That way… they more than likely wouldn’t show up to ruin whatever little peace he had. “Caring is a weakness – one I know they would exploit.”}