Spirit was never gifted with emotions. He was raised by the dead. They tried their best to teach him emotions yet it was not easy to do. He knew one emotion...fear. Fear of others. Fear of what they would think or say of him. Fear that they would try and kill him for being different. Fear is what lead him to hide and live literally in the cemetary. There was a ghost that let him sleep and reside within their sacred tomb. He was from a far off country. He couldn't remember where anymore just that he was safer there than in the States. He remembered when he was drugged and taken to the states a few years ago. His powers is what had helped him escape the undercover slavery ring. The slavers had not survived though. He shakes his head during his yoga slash martial arts training. Soft sounds of martial arts escape his lips. His hand contacts with a crystal and it shatters into dust. He was much stronger than he looked and was built to appear.<br/><br/>He never learned emotions. Fear...that was the only emotion he even knew. He knew caring...deep, deep down. He had cared and loved in his own way the woman who betrayed him. That had stung. The names she had aimed his way stung. He had tried to show her he cared about her. That she was special to him. He treated her like a princess but it hadn't been enough for her. He was training and heard her yet didn't comment. She had a point but why bother telling her she did? No point in his mind. She made the point so thus knew she had a point...right?<br/><br/>He listened to what she said about where she used to live. Shaking his head yet did a kick that arched high up in the air into a semi-circle as he brought it back down. He could feel others emotions just because of the aura energy they let out. He finished training and walked from his crystal chambers. He took a wet rag and wiped the sweat that was outlining his clearly built abs that his build hid from view. They were easier to see after training. He looks at her. "House runaways? Sounds difficult." he says simply. No emotion. "Bet it was hard on you. I wouldn't know. I was raised by the dead because the living abandoned me." He shakes his head. Sorrow lacing the edges of his tone but no true emotion was there. The hint of emotions ever so clear but the true emotions so very far away. He looks at her. "You will be scared...when you see what I can do." He shakes his head. "I tried letting someone close. I have no idea about emotions but...I felt something in my own strange distant sort of way...for a female once. What I lack in actual emotions I made up for in how I treated her. Treated her like a princess. Used actions instead of words and emotions to show her how special she was to me. It wasn't good enough." He turned away from her.<br/><br/>"That is just one of many reasons why before I was stolen from my strange yet peaceful life...I stayed away from people. I don't know emotions...save fear." he says softly.  Closing his eyes for a moment. "Are you hungry? I will make us dinner if you are."