Dustin threw another couple rocks. Skipping them lightly across the water as he just focused on the skipping of rocks. So much had happened in such a short time. Someone learned of his cutting. He had gotten yelled at by a vampiress who he hadn't known was a vampiress. He was apparently in a school filled with vampires and demons. What in the world was going to happen now? He continued to skip rocks. Just lost in thought and enjoying the sound of the rocks hitting the water. The sound the water made as it rippled outwards in small circles. Snapping from his thoughts he blinked and looked to her. Hand frozen in mid toss. He nodded his head. "In any case I have a feeling my parents kept me from my grandmother. That they hid our location so she couldn't find us. So the woman couldn't save me from that torture. They were evil parents..." He said softly. Looking at the water. "Least I sort of want to believe this woman wouldn't have just left me to be tortured and destroyed on the inside." He said without looking at her. Skipping the rocks again. He nodded his head. "Yeah. I guess so. Though right now we don't even know what it is." He pointed out. "I'm not sure we'll learn it anytime soon. Part of me isn't sure I want to learn it. My grandmother gave me an account with money in it but I'm not sure what to do with money. I've never had money before." He tossed another rock. He looked down as she asked her next question. "I've looked death in the face many times. It always rejects me." he said softly. "After the hell on earth I went through there is nothing that could be as scary as what I went through. That didn't kill me...but it could have. If I didn't have that damn angel who won't let me die we wouldn't be talking." He said softly. "It is their fault I cut...to cope." He whispered. "So I'm not afraid of someone who could kill me when my parents already did that inside. They almost did outside. So I'm not afraid of death Reni...I'm not afraid of it at all. So dealing with vampires and demons can't be any worse than what I have already gone through growing up." He pointed out. He looked at her as she spoke. "I don't care what is behind it. I don't care who are in society. I get to know people if I let them even somewhat close. I want to know someone for who they really are not who they are based on other people's perceptions. The real them not the them everyone knows. Like their station in society. Stuff like that doesn't mean anything to me. It is a pointless thing and really in the long run holds no barings on how someone is personally. Least from what I have seen and experienced." He picked up another rock and skipped it.