[back pain? Really? Had he legs, they might go to sleep. And his back was modified, so maybe that was why he didn't have the pains. Not that he thought about it like that. After all, the thought of his body being cybernetic was barley a thought]

Dishonored the clan, to which my brother tried to fight me. I left. [Wait, that didn't fit quite right, did it? He frowned, a hand coming up to rub at his jaw. Why was that wrong. Oh well.]

So you are a world traveler? That is what I would like to do. See the sights. No strings attached to any one place.