Jack refused Lianth's hand and stood up on his own. He looked away, then began to talk.<br/>"No matter where you go, there are always good people and there are always bad people." He said in a quiet tone. "I used to be a good person. I was happy. I had friends, I had my family, I had my girlfriend, everything was great... until I was fourteen. Now my dad, he was a drunk. He didn't beat me or my sister or my mother or anything, he just drank a lot. He never really got along with my mother, but the two of them made things work for our sake. Well, one night he had decided he had had enough of us. He packed his bags and was going to leave. Well, I caught him at the door before he left. I asked, 'dad, why are you leaving us? Don't you love us anymore?' And what he said to me hurts me to this day. He said, 'No. I never loved any of you. I only stayed because I had to, because you needed a father. You're old enough to live without me now, so I don't need to waste another second of my time on you.' But that wasn't all he said. I asked him, 'Dad, you mean... you mean you never meant it when you said you loved me?' To which he responded, 'That's right. In fact, if I could go back to the night I conceived you I would have put a condom on. I have wasted 14 years of my life on you and I am not going to waste one more goddamn second on you.' I cried for days after hearing this. I changed that day. I became more bitter, I pushed people away from me. I stopped caring about things. I learned about deception and what a powerful weapon it was. I had started to use it on people, making them think I was their friend, then using them until they had nothing left to offer, then I cast them away like a used tissue. Well, one of my friends, my real friends, had noticed me doing this. His name was Chris, and we had been friends since I was 5. Well, one night he asked why I was doing what I was doing. I told him, and he said that was stupid and that I should, how did he put it? Oh yeah, 'grow the fuck up'. I got angry and I hit him. Well, this got us into a fight. At one point he was choking me, and I reached for something, anything that would get him off me. I grabbed a bottle and I swung it at him. I was barely concious, so I didn't have very good aim. Well, it struck him in the throat, where it shattered and some of the glass peirced his neck. He rolled off me and bled to death. I tried to stop the bleeding, but it was just too much. I buried him outside town in an unmarked grave. His parents went to the police when he had been missing for a few days. The police asked me some questions since I was his best friend, but they eventually left me alone since they couldn't prove I was in any way involved. My friends though, they knew I had done something. They tried going to the police, but since they didn't have any evidence I had done something the police just dismissed them. They shunned me, looked at me like I was some kind of monster. I suppose I was, in a way." Jack paused and looked up at the rain. He then cleared his throat and began again. "My girlfriend saw all these things happening to me and she wanted to talk about it. When I told her about Chris , the look she gave me, it haunts me to this day. She said she could never love a killer. She said she wouldn't tell anyone, but she was leaving me. After that I had nobody except my mother and my sister. Well, as you can imagine it became hard for my mother to support me and my sister, so I began stealing things for us. I promised that I would always try my best to be there for the people who still loved me. My sister looked up to me, I was her hero... Some hero I turned out to be... I cry when it rains because I have done terrible things. I have stolen, lied, used, even killed, but the reason I cry is this." He looked Lianth straight in the eye. "I have absolutely no regrets."