No, not really.

When I was quite young I had some shame, but we had to sell it to make ends meet. Shortly thereafter we got lucky and killed and ate the wolf at the door AND we were able to sell the wall we had our backs to. So everything worked out okay, except for my brother Hermann. Poor boy, he never did get over the shame and since he wouldn't let Mom sell his to help the family we had to put him in an orphanage. It was there that he learned everything he knew to become a successful war profiteer and slumlord by the time he was eight years old.

We rarely speak of him.