Dustin looked down and tilted his head to the side. Then lowered his head. Looking up as she spoke. Whimpering and tensed. "She...she..." he whimpered. He couldn't even form a sentence. He teared up and actually cried. "Why won't she...leave me alone? What did I ever do to her before this last time when I defeneded myself." He lowered his head in shame. He didn't say anything else. He looked at her and wiped away the tears. "Okay..." he said. He wasn't going to answer the woman. He tensed a bit. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry but...no. They are my knives. They won't be going anywhere. They are mine. I made them. They are my only true possession. I won't give them up." He said in a shaky voice. Backing away from her like she had suddenly become evil. Suddenly he bolted from the room and just started running. Those knives...they were his treasures. His only true successes in his mind. He ran and ended up in a garden. Falling to his knees and just sat there. He didn't want to discuss his knives. He just wanted...to be accepted. They weren't going anywhere. He just sat there without paying attention to the world. She wasnt going to take away his treasure. He wouldn't let her. He needed them. They showed him he wasn't an utter failure.