"My father never talked alot, he'd just walk out, take his anger out on someone else. My mom... she cried alot, because of me. She was terrified of me in the end... so i left... but, i dont know... she made me so angry all the time. I say they're just the ones who gave me life, but in all honesty I feel like I truly am my parents child. Its scattered across my family line. I learned to lie because of her. I had to, to survive. And... I might not have the same eyes as my father, but I feel like I do sometimes. It scares me. I can run... but I can't hide from who I am. It's hard to put it into words..."

He watched you as you spoke, taking in every word. "I hear you." He said.