Re: Private
I made a bad first impression. You might have noticed, but I'm not exactly a sweet darling dear. I knew her name. I went looking for her once when I was a teenager and homeless. I wanted to hurt her, like I was hurting. I watched her, and I was jealous, and I couldn't do anything to her in the end. There, you wanted trust, boy scout. You got it. That's as gray as it gets. It was a long time ago. I came here to make peace. She's not the peace type.