Luther barely moved, though the words startled him. It took him a moment and she was already nearly gone, but he called back. "Maybe not, but I'm learning." And that was important. She wasn't wholly innocent; he wouldn't call her that. His respect came in different forms. "But it's not about how you're born, Nina. It's about what you do with yourself."
He had no idea on her background, but he'd been the son of a drug addict and dealer. He'd spent his first year of life in a home for children of prisoners. He'd made himself to be a good person. Whatever she had come from - it was about the choices you made.