His eyes shut as he hid behind the cloak. Trembling and hiding his face in his hands. Salted tears rolled down his cheeks as he tried to calm down. A grown man... Crying. Crying like a child sat before the girl.  His mind just flew threw memories of someone hurting him when he first became the fighter.  He flinched at the touched but whimpered out, "A being shrouded in a dark robe used to inject something in my arms... it was painful... Dark. It made me numb. Made it hard to understand things... When my senses came back I'd be horribly beaten.... I don't remember! It was not something.... It brought pain and hurt. I.... I..." He cried a bit, "It was black... Or... Purple... It smelled.... It's jumbled... I don't remember." He felt so weak. Why did he react? He normally hid this feeling. The feeling of pain for what they did! Why was he saying this to her?