"I was born into a very wealthy family in what is now modern day Scotland, but back then it was all Roman Empire. My name was Patricius but now only my sister calls me that and only when I'm in trouble!" Patrick wrapped his hand around his drink and he sighed.
"I was a little shit when I was a kid. True example of privilege I still look back on those days and just...shudder. I treated people like they were disposable, and it wasn't until I was treated like that that I learned how very important and special each person is."
Patrick chewed on his lip for a moment and then he said, "if you need me to stop during any of this, let me know. One night while the rest of my family were away at our...I guess holiday home...a group of Irish slavers attacked our home. They used to do that to wealthy estates when the inhabitants were gone, and they would steal the servants and sell them into slavery. Only I didn't go with my family because I was ill, so I was taken too. For the first time in my life I wasn't being treated like I was more important. And those servants...in the literal same boat as me, tried their best to comfort me. I'll never forget that."