Her lack of trust in him was a good sign, it showed that perhaps she was not too trusting of strangers, but she showed him enough to give him a chance. As she mentioned he had not done anything to belay that trust, yet. She had been correct, he was running away, though her logic for that reasoning was a bit lacking, he had seen plenty of people run away who were guilty of crimes. His eyes noticed the Sheriff in the background, he was slightly suspicious, but didn't make a move that sent Hanz into alarm. Her agreement to his suggestion was a step in the right direction and a small smile, a real one, adorned his lips as he puffed out his chest slightly with pride and caused the top button of the shirt to pop off. "Ooops," he said in an embarrassed fashion, "I suppose I will have to be more careful with my movements in these clothes until we find some bigger ones for me. At least yours aren't too small."<br/><br/>Her question was one he had expected, but it was not one he<i> really</i>wanted to tell, however, he knew that it was going to need to come out sooner or later, and now was as good of time as any. "I will do my best Clara, but know that the Nazi's had many secrets, and lies to deter from those secrets so it has been hard for me to discern all facts from fiction, and English is not my best language by far though I have learned to pick it up quickly enough." He cast a casual glance all around them, his heart racing a bit faster than normal as his mind prepared to access memories that were not happy in the slightest. The young boy was still flying his kite, Hanz yearned for those memories, wished his childhood had been much like that, but it was not, it was anything but nice from what he could remember.<br/><br/>"My beginnings, the start, comes from experiments done on old Grizzly bear bones and DNA, some stories even incorporate old tales of shapeshifters being used, and that it is possible a shapeshifter was used to create me and others of my kind. Regardless of that, what I can remember before my 18th birthday may or may not be a lie, the Nazi's in my world were practicing memory control and wipes, it was a way to make people believe they were loyal to a cause they weren't without exterminating them, they made blacks believe they were slaves again, the horrors were immense. I have no happy memories, just school, in gray settings, learning military strategy, fighting tactics, and sparring with others. It was not torture to us, they never harmed us to my knowledge, but it was not... fun. We weren't encouraged to explore, use our minds to create, none of the things like that," he pointed to the kid flying a kite, "instead we were being prepared for something bigger and greater, first me, then others came along." He paused, his mouth was growing parched as he told the tale and he grew desperate for some water, and a little bit down the path was a brick building with a sign in blue that said 'WOMEN' on it, and a metallic object that he somewhat recognized as a water fountain.<br/><br/>"Come, let's walk and talk," he said as he moved without any extra warning or waiting, he had hoped his story had her hooked by now that she would be willing to follow. "Once my 18th birthday rolled around I had been prepared for anything, and then they gave me targets, at first it was druggies, some weaker resistance stragglers from the old Union, but as time progressed and my efficiency was clear," he reached the water fountain, pressed the small button and dipped his big head down to gather some water. The liquid hit his beard more than anything, but some small part of the stream touched his lips, the parched skin soaked it up like a sponge, and then with another crane of the neck he was able to dip in and collect some of the small arc into his mouth. It was metallic, gross, and yet refreshing enough that he continued to slurp it into his mouth for close to a minute before he was satiated. When he rose back up there was water dripping from his chin. "Would you like some more before I continue?" He asked politely and waited.