While Nyx spoke, Chase quietly listened, wearing a soft smile. She embraced him again and he returned it, enjoying the game quietly for a moment before speaking. "Alright then, hugging is a game," he said quietly, and held another length of silence. "About people touching me, it's a rule my guards have. No one can touch me, no one can be in a room alone with me, and no one can play games with me. You broke all three of those rules. I'm grateful."<br/><br/>He paused a minute more before continuing. "I think they made those rules because they're afraid. You said I'm not scary, but none of them think that. It's 'cause I killed my whole family. But that's how survival games work; someone dies and the other person wins. I don't think they understand... it's only a game. So I'm not a murderer like they think. As long as it's a survival game, it's self-defense.... Or maybe, they're just afraid because I won."<br/><br/>He'd started to frown, but his smile came back then. "But you said I'm not scary, and so I'm glad, because people don't often say nice things about me here." He paused again. "Should that be a game too? I can say something that's nice about you now."