Are you sure? You seemed pretty upset... was there any irreversible damage?
And it was all a horrible, horrible façade, and I never wanted to get as carried away as I did. But sometimes it’s just so hard to fight.
Except I wouldn’t really fight—I made a promise—so you would have a huge advantage there. The one that can only be will most likely be you. And if it makes any difference, I did worry when you mentioned a lump.
Bah. I don't want to argue. Why am I arguing? I don't want to do that.
Man now there's all this pressure.
I will fight you off until the urge subsides, or, until one of us dies.
I am... Kristina Moulton.
I don't really know if that's safe, but okay.
My name is Kim Jo Ahrin, and I was born somewhere to the south of Tehran—a small village called Kehran. Shortly after I was born, the village was torn to pieces by a group of savage Sand Pirates, and I was left to be raised by bears. I grew up to be feral, but still with slight human qualities; I guess you could call me a Desert Mowgli. That was, at least, until the pirates cames again... I think I was around 15 when they came, but I can’t be sure, since the only way I could keep time was one day rolling into the next, which a lot of was lost due to hibernate. But where was I... oh yes, pirates. They had changed a lot since we had last met: new leader, new outfit, new mission statement... a few of the old crew was still there, though, and those are the ones who recognized the Kehranians tattoos on my back. Now, the particular one who had found me had raped & murdered my mother, and eaten my father. He had done the same kind of stuff thousands of times for a few more years, until he started finally feeling guilty about it. He turned to God, or some :skull::skull::skull::skull: like that, which I guess was lucky for me, since it meant he did not murder me, instead he took me under his wing (so to speak) and taught me the ways of the world. I stayed with those pirates for several more years, until a Militant Police group hell
Explain this phenomenon.
