Roachman squinted, thinking of home. He couldn't remember what it looked like, let alone where it was. He could remember his parents and siblings, but felt no longing for any kind of love or belonging. His memories of normal society were foggy, and he didn't even want to bother himself with trying to adjust to life with rules. But he was pretty sure if he returned his parents would take him back without hesitation, Roachman did wish he had thought of the possibility of returning while he was still able to remember their address. He did, despite his selfish surface, express some concern for whether his parents worried for him.
He was genuinely impressed that he had adjusted to group functioning rather well. He remembered on basically every school report he had received there was something along the lines of "Doesnt play well with others." he always had a thing about doing things with others. It was either he wanted to attribute all success to his own ability, or that others would get in the way somehow of his success. People always had to do things the way he wanted, if he was to succeed in every endeavor.
That's right. He pushed the need for aid to the back of his mind, and only since he had once again joined a team, had regard for others returned. If he hadn't been part of a group, he doubted that he'd have ever thought of his parents....maybe once he and the other Villains take over, he'd show them what he had made of himself, whether they liked it or not. Maybe, if they would keep an open mind, he'd give 'em special consideration!
He finally spoke up. "I don't remember where my parents live. And that's the only place I've ever lived outside of the city."