She trails off and he laughs. It's not a good laugh, and it doesn't fit the voice of a child that he's got right now, strained and mirthless. He wonders if she knows the saying, of what the road to Hell is paved with.

His head droops and his forehead comes to rest against the back of her. It feels weird, to be held. It's not bad though.

"She was destroying the torture rooms," He says. "And I went to destroy... the other place people were hurt in. We thought we could save people from being hurt more. At least, she said, if we were going to be punished anyway, we might as well earn it. She had to fight her friends... while I made sure no one was inside. It was supposed to help. I blew it up... and there was nothing left..."

He remembers the blast. It had knocked him back. His ears had rang. But, for a little while, he'd felt nothing but peace, revelling in the victory as he stared up at smoke and ash skies.

"It'd been their home. Those demons. They took over. They hurt people every day. Cause of me. For three months, the punishments were the worst they'd ever been-- for everyone." Guilt threatens to drown him, but he didn't make it this far to be washed under by guilt. His eyes close. "At one point... I heard her thoughts. She heard mine. So I played her lullaby and she showed me her home. Her world... your world? Your old one, anyway." She's a different person now, after all. "We talked about the beauty of families old and new. On the last month, she came to rescue me from a madhouse and monsters. We managed to beat one, but I told her that there were others who needed help more. I didn't see her again. You reminded me the first day, of her, but I thought it was a coincidence."