Most Fowl's were known for doing something incredible. His father had come back from the 'dead', despite not actually having been dead in the first place, and was now running a perfectly legitimate and very prosperous business in Dublin. His eldest brother had kidnapped a fairy and held her to ransom (and then promptly given back half of the gold, along with the fairy). His older twin was currently revolutionising current methods of energy and on the side joining in with their eldest brother's quest to return paintings back to the public sector. Even his mother had made her way back to sanity despite the condolences of multiple world renowned psychologists and therapists who had insisted that nothing would restore Angeline to her former self.
Beckett didn't particularly want any of that. He wanted to be normal – a faint dream for him, a nightmare for any other Fowl. The rest of his family had ensured they would forever be remembered by the world (Artemis hadn't been particularly fussy which world). He wanted normal. Beckett doubted normality was a word in his eldest brother's vocabulary.
All Beckett wanted was to be loved. He knew his family loved him; but his life ambition was to, in twenty years time, walk home to find his family sitting in the kitchen waiting for him.
That wouldn't - couldn't - happen now. The Fowl's were too busy for that, too occupied with their world astounding feats.
But Beckett couldn't help but dream.