[He closes his eyes, cursing the months spent in this place. Is his resolve really so weak now that he'd blurt out his background to just anyone on the network?]

Hardly.

And they were murdered. Hunted like animals. It wasn't just my family; it was an entire race.

[Kurapika opens his eyes again. Whatever warmth or resigned amusement that was there before is gone. Now there's just weariness and regret--regret for mentioning it in the first place.]

My feelings don't matter here. But the next time someone talks to you about a genocide, do please consider the prevailing mood and shut up about sex for just one moment.