Francis moved his gaze back to the piano in front of him. "Master Dorian have I ever told you what I did before I came to this asylum?" He said in his usual kind voice, his fingers never resting as he played. "I am an arms dealer, you do know what this is correct?" He said, the kindness in his voice not wavering. "I have traveled this world of ours countless times over. I have seen it's breath taking masterpieces along with it's war scared battle grounds. I have met people so pure of heart that they would make any man question his own morality. I have also met the most vial men this world has to offer and seen the atrocities they have committed. I have experienced pleasures so great that they have only ever been felt by a very select few. I have also been put through tortures that would and have broken most men's will and mind." As he spoke he never stopped playing and never offered a glance back to Dorian. "The tortures that are planned for me are nothing young masters Dorian and Stan, for I have experienced worse and have come out only stronger and wiser." As his last word came out he had reached the ending of the tune.