Moe let out a sigh as he looked out the window watching the rain drops tap on the glass. When Korra spoke to him again he glanced over to her out of the corner of his eye and crossed his arms in thought before he turned to face her. His posture tensed a little and a pained expression fell over his face for but a moment.  She had asked him that question before, where he was from, back at the restaurant before shit hit the fan and quite frankly he was hoping that she would not have asked it again. He was not a secretive person by any means but family was always a touchy subject for him. Events of that night were still burning into his mind, he could still see his wifeâ€™s face when he closed his eyes, and the images were haunting and made him angry. At this particular moment he was able to keep himself together and hold that anger back thankfully.<br/><br/>â€œI might have left home but at least Iâ€™m doing something more productive than selling my body,â€ he told her honestly. The look on his face had not said as much but the tone he used had shown her question made him a bit edgy, slightly defensive, but he had not snapped at her. Being brutally honest was one of his downfalls. Maybe that anger towards that maniac who encouraged him to become a detective in the first place was not held back as much as he would have liked. On the other hand he was being ever straightforward, making it evident that he would rather not talk about it. â€œThere was a time where I hated the world, everything in it, and I got into a bit of trouble here and there. But then someone pulled me off the streets before the gangs sank their teeth into me.â€<br/><br/>There was a bit of a pause as he began to feel a little uncomfortable. Speaking so openly about himself to someone who was a stranger was a bit odd for him. Then again Moe has never really been that good at talking about himself. He does not usually surround himself with friends, he only has a few that he speaks to on a weekly basis, or speak about himself that much when people begin to share personal experiences and such. There was also the fact that being open with someone he was not supposed to get too acquainted with outside of work related things was probably going to get him in even more trouble later on. If it wasnâ€™t for the fact that conversation seemed to be the only way to kill off some time, before he was kicked out of the room to allow Korra more rest, he would probably just turn away and not really continue on about himself.<br/><br/>Aside from the rain seeming to become heavier as it continued to tap on the window no big storm was present outside. He let the sound relax him a bit so revealing his past wouldnâ€™t get him worked up.<br/><br/>â€œI work as a detective because I serial killer murdered my family one night. I had been away, unable to do anything to save them. Since that day I made a vow to rid the world of as much criminal scum as I canâ€¦ and once I get my hands on that killerâ€¦â€ Moeâ€™s words trailed off a bit, his posture tensing again from how upset these thoughts made him. He continued to handle himself well in spite of this though there was definitely some resentment in his tone. â€œIt feels good to throw criminals behind bars. Some people really make me sick. I canâ€™t wave a magic wand and get rid of all of them but the more criminals I help lock behind bars the happier this world will be. I may not see it in my time, but it gives me something to look forward to, knowing I can contribute at least something.â€ He spoke the last part in a low tone and looked away from Korra.