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

Vincent turned to the Master, grinding his teeth. "You...you know even that much?" He said, glancing at Rutger. He noticed the black flames leaping from the other male's body, and couldn't help but let out a humorless laugh. 

"Oh, this coming from someone who uses one of the most destructive kinds of magic out there! Don't think I don't know what those Flames mean...[i]God Slayer[/i]." He said the last words with as much venom as he could muster. "Magic created to slay Gods, and you ask if I have a conscious...fine. Let me tell you two something." 

Vincent closed his eyes, trying to get his emotions under control. It had been so long since he had felt this way. So long since he had this much human contact. 

"I was indeed an Orphan. I watched, day in and day out, as adults came and picked children of there liking, like we were shelter pets or something. And I, everytime, watched, and prayed that I would finally get adopted. But that day never came. As I got older, the less chances I had of getting adopted, until I knew all hope was lost. So I ran away, and almost died. I had to do whatever I could to survive, I learned Magic, I stole...I became an assassin."

He took a breath here, unpleasant memories flooding into his mind. "You have no idea what some of the people I've killed were. They were monsters. Human Traffickers, murderers, the worst of the worst! That is why I say people are rotten! Because they treat children like animals! Because they do whatever they please...I'm not afraid to be judged. In fact, I welcome it... at least then maybe people would see that I exist..."

Ah...here it was. The one thing he had never told anyone before. So why now...was he telling two complete strangers? He looked down at his hand, and smiled bitterly. "I became so obsessed with surviving....maybe I forgot what it's like to be human."