At this point Thiago had resumed munching on his insects, taking a mantis and crunching down on it as his 'siblings' continued to talk, eyes half lidded and out of focus intentionally. An island, was it...? "We're supposed to trust our father...as he is the only one with any sort of memory or answer for us..." Even saying this out loud for everyone to hear, it was quite obvious that he didn't even believe his own words...and just as he thought on his own words about his father being the only one with 'any sort of memory of answer' for them, he scolded himself with for such dumb assumption, especially when he remembered the security guards. They looked like they knew what they were doing, at the very least...were they always here, or were they brought in after the robbery their father mentioned?

Another thing he considered, at the news of them living on an island, "Is it so odd that we live on an island? Think, we were drugged and robbed by some [i]nobody[/I], even though we're better than other people...what sort of world are we living in? For all that we know, which is not much, such an occurrence maybe common elsewhere off this island Maybe being on this rock is the only way to protect us." The idea of an island as an escape...seemed like a likely enough idea. In fact, the idea that their father was lent the island seemed more likely than their father just owning one. Not that he understood why.