"Revenge." Milo said simply. "Maybe a bit of an accident too."<br/><br/>"My father was a man who got himself into a lot of debt with the wrong people. The man he barrowed money from didnt take his late payments very well so he uh... took another form of payment."<br/><br/>Blood. Milo meant blood. He remembered the night vividly but he didnt want to. A tense silence cascaded over them and for a moment Milo didnt say anything, just stared into the fire. It was a good distraction for his brain, but it didnt prevent him from thinking about his attacker or trying to find refuge in a tiny closet. That was the memory that always popped up for him.<br/><br/>Milo sighed, breaking the twig in his hand and throwing it into the fire, sitting up and stretching. He looked at the lake, crystal waters reflecting moonlight, and decided he needed a better distraction.<br/><br/>"You swim?" He asked, a grin crossing his face as fingers gripping the edge of his shirt. He took it off in one swift motion. Milo always found that chilly water did wonders for clearing his head.