Ain't my fault it's all I got

The shrug made him curious of her thoughts. His ears perked as she began speaking. Telling her of how she fallowed her brother and the things he had done and she had done. To him it still didn't make much of a difference. The past was the past even if he didn't practice what he preached. He himself still wallowed in his past. He didn't feel he really did anything bad, heck his story would bore her he was sure of it. He looked away as she finished up thinking for a moment or two. He really couldn't argue with her facts so he would let it settle instead of even trying to change her mind. She did realize that things she had done were messed up, which was good.

Then she asked about his story and his eye looked to her. He would bore her, but what did it matter? She may not stick around to begin with even with the pact they had made. He looked back ahead of him his gaze hardening.

"Mine's on the opposite side of the spectrum from yours. I had everything at a young age. A pack, a duty to keep me busy, and a female that I was madly in love with, though my lack of skills to speak my feelings left me unable to communicate the truth with her. Our pack was ambushed late one night a lot of our members slaughtered. I was heavily attacked, knocked out cold and unable to get to her in time and she had been one of them to be slaughtered. I lost all my happiness seeing her broken and torn form. I just seemed to be broken ever since. I did try and join another pack, but it took was harshly taken over and the leader killed. One of the members who overtook the last pack blinded me in battle," he said.


"Talk." & 'Think'