Daedalus Boch was one of that rare breed of rouge that seemed to enjoy keeping in touch with his family, although it was plain to see that his kin had grown somewhat wary of him. It was mostly the serial murder thing that bothered them, he knew, but they'd been distancing themselves ever since he started seeing and hearing things that they couldn't see (Dr. Carver had called it schizophrenia, but he was still quite convinced that he was being contacted by a higher power.) He wouldn't say that their odd looks hurt necessarily, but they certainly did put him off, but he supposed at least that he could understand why his siblings and cousins drew their daughters and sons just a little bit closer whenever he arrived at the annual family cook-out.