The useless drunk thing didn't work the first time you spoke to me. It won't work here, either. [ A shrug. ] Though maybe you think of yourself that way. A useless drunk that just happened to find a way to make himself a little useful.

Evelyn and Erin were born not long after the onset of the Great War -- the galactic one, with the aliens. [ And he sure as hell didn't manage to shelter them from that. ] Not a civil war. Kind of worse.

How did you protect her from your cousins? Somehow I doubt it was just by fighting them off.