Ash looked down at his hands. He exhaled, tension sweeping out of him with that gust of air. "Sorry. I just. I know that people end up in horrible situations and end up stealing and shit to get money. Or because of their pasts or whatever. Cos that's been my life til I got here, and to be honest? It's probably all I'm gonna be."

The poor kid from a bad neighbourhood, whose dad is gone some nights doing God knows what to bring home enough cash to pay for a roof and food. He wasn't some 'feel good' story, he wasn't making good grades and he wasn't going to be 'found' and pulled up higher than where he was.

But he wasn't going to fall any further down. He wasn't, even if it killed him.

"I just hate evrything about this whole fucking thing."