@Carlsberg @XiphonicAs it seemed impossible for it to, his smile seemed to vanish. He spoke to Jen and to Veronica, so it seemed, since she was there as well.
"My story..? It well...I guess you could say I watched my parents die right in front of me." His voice was actually normal as he explained his story, his eyes on the fight. "They were murdered by someone in our house. I was next on the list." He said, as he moved a hand up to his neck, where a scar was located, like the blade of a knife had been pushed into his skin and then the skin and scar both grew with age. He spoke again, tapping the scar.
"I nearly got my throat cut, but I don't know why. I wanted help...I was afraid of dying." He then lowered his hand again, glancing at Jen. "I killed the man with my own blood, and I didn't even know how I did it. But I ran out and have lived on the streets...Until I got here, I suppose." He said, his hands curled in his pockets. "I saw a lot in my neighborhood and fought most of my life. I hate fighting. It's just...Pointless." He whispered the last line as he glanced at the duel again, feeling the scar on his neck crawl at the memory. He didn't even know why he was telling them...but what choice did he have? His smile came back though, and finally they might see how unreal it is.