"But could I... So many people died, because I didn't do anything. Even he... Even that man who I called my father, he told me that... That the guiltiest men aren't the ones who commit the sin, but the ones who allowed it." At this point the young man was breathing hard trying to stay calm, failing to do so, shaking as he hugged him. He seemed to resist at first but it was mostly out of pride, and once that was gone he allows you to hold him. "I failed him, and everyone he hurt! And... And I don't know if I can do that again. If I can stand up to anyone. I mean when Iola was bossing me around I... I was tempted to just ignore her. Make the run for it. Gods, they didn't even bother closing the gate after they took the chains off of me! I could've been a free man in a minute. But I didn't. I was whipped and I know it. I was barely surviving out there on my own. Can't make fire without wood, can't get firewood without an axe, can't cook food without a fire. Hell I can't even hunt rabbits without any arrows. I can't... I can't do anything."

The young man continued to cry and rant for the next few minutes. People tried to gawk but Toi made sure to make them move on, leave him to speak his feelings. About thirty minutes would pass as the boy just told his story to you about his life, the things he wanted to do but what really happened, and of course his name. His name was Dirk, after the fighting knife since he was so small but scrappy. He remenised about the good times where he and his clan fought off three tribes of goblins who were going to attack the city of Gransys, and how he had helped his battle brothers take down a cyclops, with his arrow being the one to take out it's eye. But then he told you horrible things about what his clan had done, not just robbing people, but kidnapping the for ransom or... Pleasure. Even Dirk was terrified at what had happened, but was more terrified at what would happen if he had tried to stop them. He still remembers how the girls looked at him with both fear, thinking that he was going to hurt them, but also bleak hope that maybe he would save them. But he never did.

Eventually the tears would stop, as did the words. Dirk was just silent. His eyes were read and his cheeks stained with tears. He seemed defeated, yet at the same time it seemed like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders too. "I... Just don't know how you come back from that. Everyone happened so fast but at the same time I saw it coming. I wanna believe I can be redeemed, I really do but... I can't... What could I do that could ever fix that? How many boxes and bags do I need to carry to justify the lives I took?" He let out a mirthless chuckle. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to burden you with my pathetic tale. I know you cannot help me, that this is something I need to handle myself. To get over it. But... Thank you for at least giving me this chance to tell someone about me. I guess I can take some solace that my tale has been told."