-I my eyes soften- I'm a street person. I sleep in doorways on a good night and I'm at the bottom of my groups rankings. I don't talk to them often and they use me as a pavement artist and a hacker. Now that sucks. What's your story? -I go back to sharpening blades-
-attempts again.... DEFEAT...- "Oh well... I guess this isn't my thing..." -turns and begins to leave......-
-I smile at Anastasia- "Good job!" -I speak to Fox now- "I've been used too many times. Everyone thinks I'm too reclusive and don't try to talk to people. That couldn't be farther from the truth. I do. It's just every time I do I get used or stabbed in the back. I lost my family to someone I thought was my friend. He was using me to get to my family. He murdered them in cold blood...."
-startled by Chris- "Oh... um... nowhere... well to be honest I have no idea where I'm going!" -laughs-
-I shiver- My parents kicked me out when they found out about my hidden power. They were killed six days later. I don't regret their deaths. But you clearly are shaken up. Im here to talk to. I'll listen. -I spread my wings out-
"Yes! I was very happy... but it seems I need more work!" -laughs- (yeah same... It's like midnight here)
"I've spent my whole life not trusting anyone. Even Chris has shown me I can't really trust him. When he was saying I was flirting it hurt. Even though it was so small it still hurt. I've been stabbed in the back so many times almost anything like that hurts."