Tony stood up immediately when Roslyn had, "I told you, I'm not like them!" he begged her. He was already afraid when she was freaking out like this, he knew she'd get mad about it. He sighed, seeing her back away, to which he broke eye contact and sat back down, staring at the ground with a sad look on his face. "Used as a slave... And I hit him in the head because I panicked, ok?!" he said, raising his voice. Then he felt regret wash over him and he just sat there, covering his face with his hands, "I panicked..." he said quietly, letting tears escape from him. He didn't want her to freak out, yet here she was doing exactly that. He felt that he had lost her trust, maybe the only person who'd listen to him. Tony had already told her his life story, how difficult it was for him to even get where he was today, a place he didn't want to be. "I kept denying on joining the gang, but they said they'd kill me if I didn't.. So I had to submit..."<br/><br/>Sitting there with tears flowing from his eyes, he hung his head in shame. Who knew that it was enough to upset him. He even had taken his jacket off to show her the bruises, cuts, burns and scars on him. Some were on his arms and a little on his neck and collarbone, but all the brutal attacks were on his torso, that of which, he didn't dare show her, it was bad enough as it was. Tony's collarbone and neck area had bruises, black and blue. Burns all over his wrists and lower arms.