Raider slowly turned to look at Leith as if he had lost his mind. "You ain't no father of mine, ghoul. My father sold me to a group of raiders when I was five years old...for three shots of Psycho. And considering you forgot about me, I don't think you are any better than my real father." He knew that was being a little more than cruel, but he couldn't help it. Ever since his family had given up on him, he had grown to not give a shit about anyone but himself. When living in a raider community, that was the only way to survive and you learned that before anything else. He wasn't about to change his upbringing just because these people decided to help him with his injuries on a whim. In the end, they were probably only wanting something from him, anyways; that was probably why they had ditched him to begin with when they realized he didn't have anything to offer them.