[u][i][b]Phoenix Wing Guild Hall[/b][/i][/u]

Vincent's eyes darted between the two, and felt that uncomfortable feeling return. Of course he had a conscience...who could kill without a conscience? Just because he acted like he enjoyed it, he didn't. He acted like a sadist, because he didn't trust people. He wanted to keep people away from him. He had always been alone...

But then why did he always feel lonely? He scowled, and turned away from them, closing his eyes. "I do what I need to survive. Nothing more, nothing less. Sure, I could stop killing. But then what? Join your happy family of a Guild? Be accepted, and let my past sins be absolved? Sorry, but people are rotten by nature. They won't look past the fact that I've killed people. I'll be judged, just like when I was a-"

He cut himself off there quickly, cursing himself. He had almost done the cliche 'Oh wow is me, here is my tragic past' spiel. So what if he wasn't chosen by the adults, while all the other children got adopted? So what if they looked at him with disdain, while they beamed at the others? He didn't care anymore, he wasn't that sad little child anymore...

"Maybe I want information, but that's just to ensure my survival in case I ever meet up with any of your Guild. I'm a survivor, that's what I do." 

He glared at the Guild Master and Rutger. He wasn't sure what his goal was now. All of his facades had been seen through, it felt like the Guild Master could see into his heart itself. It made him feel vulnerable...Why was he still here?