Well...can't Be Any More Dangerous Than Your

Fantasy And Science Fiction Are Where My Brain Lives.

I Make Sure To Keep A Good Distance Between Us, Just In Case She Decides To Get Happy With A Knife Or Something.

Now You'll Get To See How I Can Really Run A Building, Darlin. Not Even A Cracked Knee To Hold Me Back, Yeah? What A Nice Birthday Present.

I Want To Run. To Do What I Always Do, Have Always Done, For The Last Five Years Of My Life. Escape, Flee Into The Shadows. But This Time, I Stand My Ground. I'm Tired Of Running.

I Feel So Out Of Place Here. No Matter How Much Money The Republic Throws At Me, I Will Forever Be The Boy From The Streets.