Seth glanced over his shoulder at Ophelia, but he didn't move from his current position. He sighed, "alright I guess," he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "My mom was a museum worker she worked with all the battle stuff and talked about war in different opinions that's how she caught my dad's attention. Once I was born, and he left by the age of 8 I was being beaten by my mother when she was drunk, she would hit me with anything that was in reach. Some nights she had her friends over and they would take turns beating me. One day she had gotten a knife that was in reach and had almost killed me with it, if I had not ran away that's when I met Lupa that's when my training began." Tears were now flowing freely down his face and his voice cracked with every word he had said.