[ that... wasn't what she was expecting. her spoon slips a bit in her grip but she catches it without a spill, sans a drop of chocolate on her shirt, but it's not even real fabric so she doesn't take notice of it. at first she's just squinting at her sundae, then at him, then back down again. maybe she misheard him. no.

what? ]

I know he was torn away from his family when he was a boy, just because some guy wanted to use him for his abilities. That he's got a lot of anger he can't-- well, that he hadn't been able to rid himself of until he killed the man responsible. [ but that's not what he's talking about, she's sure. ] I know what he's capable of, yes.