You were traumatized, maybe that word was an understatement. Your past was tragic and you didn't talk about it often. And your only way to cope was joking about it.

You and Alex were doing your task in the armory when you joked about your trauma out of nowhere.

"Could you imagine how weak i probably looked when i got beaten up by my father? So pathetic." You chuckled and looked up at Alex who stared at you with wide eyes.

".. What?"