"It gave me something to do, besides wait for my sister to appear or throw myself off of a building." Pietro explained, not completely dishonest about the matter. Back when he'd been on Purgatory, he'd been far more miserable. Gaz had been a pleasant distraction that had somehow turned into a friend. He didn't really want to admit to the fact that he'd also had somewhat pure intentions with her; he'd felt responsible for her because she'd been young and alone. As capable as any girl could be, she could always use a protector.
Brow furrowed, he didn't reach for her. "How badly?" Violence toward women wasn't something he was especially fond of.