Benny hesitantly reached out and ran his hand down his arm until the bent and deformed fingers curled around the balled up fist on the bed. He ran a thumb over Ari’s hand.<br/>“When I was thirteen, maybe fourteen, I was kidnapped. Sort of like... now...” He mumbled. “Well those guys weren’t nice like you.” Benny sort of half chuckled. It was certainly funny to consider Ari nice.<br/>“Well... I was kept in some sort of basement. I wasn’t given food and was only allowed water every once in awhile if I begged.” He looked at Ari, wanting him to look up at him again.<br/>“They broke my hand in several different places. Anytime I did something they didn’t like they’d break another another finger. They’d beat me too. I was only held for two weeks but by the end of it I wanted nothing more than to die. When my father found me he... laughed. He laughed at me. Then he helped me to my feet, handed me a gun, and turned me towards my captors. He told me to shoot them... and I was so angry I...”<br/><br/>Shaking his head he turned to Ari again. “I know it can’t compare to what you went through, but I want you to know I don’t pity you. I don’t look at you any less for what other people did to you. You did nothing wrong Ari... if you hadn’t killed them you would’ve died, or gone mad. But my captors were already defeated when I killed them. I didn’t have to kill them... Your not someone I can be disgusted with. If your disgusting I’m completely unforgivable.”