He nodded some, "Yeah, uh, that about sums me up!" He laughed a little, rubbing the back of his neck for a moment. "Walk in the park no, all of my jobs were done with my swords. Here I have to hurt or well... like the last two times, kill people with no more than my hands or... a trusty rock." He gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Killing bothers me a lot more here because its so wrong. They aren't drug dealers I'm hired to kill because they sold drugs to a kid who ODed, they aren't crooked Senators that tip the ballot in their favor with their wallets. Here, we're worth nothing."
He looked at Violet for a moment with a somewhat sad smile. "I go to bed at night thinking that ever since I got these injections its all been some sort of... nightmare world." he laughed a little, then sighed. "I wasn't born a mutant. In fact, when I was brought here and they told me what it was, I didn't believe it until they showed me the blood results with that... I don't know. That gene that gives you abilities. I'm probably telling you way too much of my boring life right now."
He bit his lip a little in thought for a moment before catching the reflection of himself in the mirror, already noticing the huge gash on his head getting slightly smaller. By millimeters, but he noticed it. "I was dying. I had terminal cancer. I was thirty! I... I didn't want to die. They told me I'd have a year with chemo, but Hell, I couldn't afford it. So. I went underground. Two years of torture and living in a room no bigger than this and I'm here. Its like a nightmare that keeps replaying itself, but this DNA has kept the cancer cells from killing my good cells. My health was perfect on my last tests. I still had cancer when I arrived here. Now they say I'm stronger than ever."