Misha stopped herself from recoiling. She narrowed her eyes a bit, then tilted her head to the side. She put a hand out in a vague gesture. "I mean, I've got a sob story, but it isn't so much fun to just tell the truth. I'd rather say I was raised by wolves or somethin'." She laughed bitterly. "I'm sure you've got your stories, though. I'm not gonna poke at it."
Fabine snorts and looks away. "I haven't seen my brother in 6 years Misha. I don't tell stories about my life anymore." He then looks back at her. "Ah, you've got a sob story? I guess we'll sit around the campfire and tell stories about our lives before the forest. Face it Misha. No one fucking cares."