Sometime Casper hated the way that his mind worked, it was more often than not something that had the tendency to drive him insane, that was if he wasn't already completely mental. Then again though for all the teenager knew everyone might think the same way he did, he doubted it but didn't really know all that much about people to begin with. Sometimes it felt like there was too much going through his mind, too many thoughts and too many feelings for his brain to possibly keep up with them all, even now as he was lying in Sebastian's arms the then and the now was not all that was on his mind, along with worrying about the position the pair of them were in right now he was also thinking about the lessons and training his father had taught him, thinking about the run in he'd has the other day with what he was pretty sure was a Beserker, it seemed insane that he should think that and as much as he wanted to believe that his father was truly insane he knew deep down that everything he had been taught was the truth, he'd have to get back in contact with the old man he'd bought his knives from. Pulling himself from the macabre train of thoughts flitting through his mind, Casper turned his attention and gaze back to Sebastian, making a mental note to start carrying his gun around with him. "Of course it hurt...it was supposed to." He replied, grinning weakly, his mind obviously somewhere other than in the room, his fingertips tracing mindless and invisible patterns across Sebastian's chest. "I don't think there's enough time in the universe for me to tell you everything that's wrong."