[Leo's expression is tired, more so than usual. A weariness that can only occur when one's carefully buried past is exhumed and put on display without consent.]

Do I want to talk about it? Fuck no. Should I? Yeah. I think so.

[With a sigh, he plops down on one of the lobby's many couches.]

When I was younger, my parents decided they didn't like certain behaviors I exhibited, so they sent me to a camp. I'm not going to go into details about that, but I'm sure you could imagine what they did to us there.

[If Leo's lips could curl anymore downwards, they would.]

Me being the stubborn bitch I am, did not let this dictate how I behaved, so when I was around seventeen or so, I was caught fooling around with another boy in my room. This was the last straw for good 'ol mom and dad. So when I officially became an adult, I was swiftly disowned and kicked out of the house.

Whatever the fuck was happening at that Root Town caused that night to replay in my head like it was happening again. Wounds that I had only just managed to close split open again like they were fresh.

[He rubs his eyes, not wanting to let Hector see his tears again.]