Sitting alone

He looked at the child, so he is a child whose parents were killed also. he had some remorse for what had happened, but not much.

at least I don't go acting like a jerk judging before I know

“You know, you do judge people before you know! You judge the people that are younger than you the people that have suffered less. You judge them as infidels, people who are ignorant. Humans. What makes your views any higher than ours. Just because you have seen and experienced more does not mean you have experienced all. I am sorry that your parents died that way, but don’t just belittle everyone else’s problems just because you may have experienced it. Try to make some friends by opening up. I tried that with Amelia. Believe me, it is the best thing you can do. “

Unfortunately she seems to be the only one I can open up to

He looked at Valentine shaking his head. "I'm not cruel, I only stay away from people so I don't fall apart." He put his shirt back on. "If I were to be around people who had families, friends, happiness all the time. I couldn't stand it Valentine, I may seem mean to not try for friendship, but it'd only make the past hurt more." He looked down, "I never told anyone as much past as I told you, but there's a reason why."

He looked down. "I did have a friend once, they were almost like me except not as old but it didn't matter. They didn't have a perfect life, it drew me to them. I trusted them, and I almost ended up dead because of them. " He looked at a small animal scurrying away from a bigger animal hunting it. Percy drew a large needle and threw it at the bigger animal piercing it's heart it fell to the ground dead.


Valentine didn't care why the child had told him all this, but his response to all the judgemental reactions made him realize that he too was being judgemental. Valentine decided to take this by another angle, "You never had a true friend since you almost ended up dead because of him or her. You should know what a real friend is. A real friend will take you into his arms when you hurt, or she will comfort you in your times of trouble." He kept thinking of Amelia in all this. Did I become more than a friend than what should be my friend?

I hooked you up with Amelia because I knew you were perfect for eachother. But please respect that I don't want to go crazy trying to get a friend that will only run, kill, lie, and use me to get what they want in life. I'm still looking for a friend but I'm not going to lose my head over the situation." He sighed looking at the bigger animal laying dead on the ground, that would become his dinner.


"You don't get it though, you have never had a true friend since this friend lied to you in an attempt to murder you and use you for his own glory." He only tried to figure that one out from the clues Percy gave him.

I don't want to fight or argue with you, you may have suffered but your acting stupid about it. I only told you part of my sufferings, but I'm not saying I'm the smartest. I'm saying you let your suffering hurt you too much, at least I keep them inside out of sight. I have seen your sorrow with past and all, I understand it may have been hard for you. But at least they had a more peaceful death." His mind was filled with memories of blood and bodies. He looked at the ground.
"I'm sorry if you can't take the words I said, for I'm just trying to help you. I wanted to take out my parent death with hate, I tried too. I trained beyond anything ever trained, I almost never slept. Then I try to track down the cruel killers and find, they died. I had no goal in life after that, nothing to live for. But then I saw a blood lusted vampire and found my calling. I am put here to protect people from people


His eyes were red with anger, his rage rising. He was going to yell. "I was hurt too much by it! I was six when it happened and I never had a parent that really cared! I was sent boarding school to boarding school! You don't get it do you?! My parents died in a fire, a beam of fire fell upon my mother's back, and she burned telling me to go. My father died in that same fire and I heard his yells of pain as the room collasped on him as my mother and I escaped. A more peaceful death! I should have this hurt me too much! Now I wonder if you learned anything in those three hundred years!" Valentine's fists clenched with his might and his rose from within his pocket broke, the pieces inside shot out into the sky above him mixing in the air randomly.

He grunted a little as the glass intentionally hit the tree beside him.

"Well, as long as you don't give up hope, I wish you luck." He thought, It would be better for him to get a shapeshifter to transform his body than for him to find someone his own age. Not a single girl of fourteen has that type of commitment to stick to a guy of fourteen forever. They have too many interests in mind. Though I wonder...

"What was it like...back in the seventeen hundreds? Was it worse in attitude back then? I mean, couldn't you have gotten someone to marry back then at fourteen? If not, I am sorry for bringing it up. I am actually sorry for a lot of things today." He looked down, not really sorry, but somewhat confused. Why was all this happening? Was it fate?

He was somewhat maddened at the response but he would get over it. "You want to get something to eat, as much as I see that the rodent is on your top five eats?" He asked, forgetting that they would go for a picnic thing tomorrow that is, if things go right.

He was curious, what drives this child? Where does he channel his loneliness. Valentine knew where his loneliness is channeled to, anger, but also now his loneliness has something to cling to.

He raised an eyebrow quetioning, "Me? Poor?" He was actually quite poor, and now that he thought about it, he needed a job if he wanted to save up enough for Christmas, Valentine's Day, and March. He could only think of what he spoke aloud.

"Oi...a thousand five hundred..." he paused his eyes shifting, "free..." he blew a sigh of relief, "oh ,and a hundred." He had to get a thousand six hundred dollars...no big. At least not that he really knew of. He must have sounded like an idiot. He looked down at his pockets and could only see his two roses. He sighed, "Great..."