Jean growled. "Hey Mina. Where are your parents? Guess what. Mine are fucking dead." He continued walking. "And I've killed more than thirteen just by myself." He sighed. "Listen, I'm fucking sorry ok? I can't let anyone become good friends with me, because they'll get hurt eventually, and then I'll have to wallow in sadness. So, you better not try to downsize me, because you have living parents, I'd guess." He whispered all this to her, a grim look of determination on his face. He began walking back into the forest, his blade in hand.
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