"...You're just a cowardly pipsqueak & his walking trashcan!"

Ouch. That girl didn't even know our names, and yet somehow managed to strike us where it'd hurt the most. Brother of course exploded at the first allusion to his height, er... lack thereof. It wasn't the first time this had happened, nor would it be the last. His temper is shorter than he is, but rarely is it in reaction to an insult to me, although my current body is his handiwork. Can't he see how much his disregard for my feelings hurts me, even more than her words? Despite being an immense suit of armor, I think I may as well be invisible for all the concern he shows. I wish he could just see me, see me.