Matt laughed, but it wasn't a happy one.<br/><br/>"You don't know that." He slipped off the couch and turned away from Kate, his voice full of venom. "You don't know what I'm capable of." He laughed again. "You know I'm sick of it. Sick of being told what to do. Sick of being treated like someone's pet. Sick of not being able to do anything on my own." He turned to face Kate once more.<br/><br/>"Do you know what it's like? Having no identity? Being forced to do things against your will? To resort to being a criminal? Of course not. You've had everything you've wanted handed to you, probably didn't even have to ask." His voice held anger, spitting words like poison, but his eyes showed how lost he was. He was overwhelmed, scared, more alone than he had ever been.<br/><br/>"Suppose you want me gone now, huh. I don't blame you." Shifting his gaze to the floor, Matt waited for Kate's answer, fully prepared to leave.