Young Jasper shook his head.<br/><br/>"I have always been here." Dropping his gaze to the floor, he continued. "Mistress says she chose our parents specifically, to bred the perfect slave. She said Abi was a mistake and it was a good thing she was sent away..." Jasper could feel his younger self's distress and lowered his own ears.<br/><br/>Young Jasper appeared frozen, eyes on the floor as he remembered.<br/><br/>"She had long brown hair and hazel eyes. She was taller than me, and had darker skin than mine." Here he paused and looked down at his own paler skin, his arms already lined with small scars. Jasper looked down to his own skin, crisscrossed with more than twice as many scars.<br/><br/>"Abi always wanted to be a fighter...but after...after we watched our dad get killed..." The younger Jasper couldn't continue. Remembering when Abigail had brought him to secretly watch a fight, only to watch their own father be killed.<br/><br/>Jasper could feel the emotions coming from his younger self, closing his eyes against the tears that came, he clenched his fist, feeling his nails digging into the flesh of his palm. It was a minor distraction, but it was enough. He began to realize why he had blocked these memories.