Reaver stood there awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do. He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. He looked at the floor for a moment, then sat down next to Sparrow. He was a man of very little empathy, but hated when people cried. It had been hundreds of years since he had consoled anyone, though. He wasn't sure what to do, so he sat there.

"They must have meant a lot to you." Reaver spoke after a while.

"What?" Sparrow paused, to look at Reaver, who was staring at the wall.

"Your family. You must have loved them a lot," Reaver replied, shifting his gaze to the floor.

"They were my world. My husband, he really was a wonderful man. Its funny, it took a lot of convincing from him to get me to accept a marriage proposal. In fact, I didn't marry him until right before I left for the Spire." Sparrow sighed at the memory.

Reaver picked up a partially burned portrait that was next to him on the ground, it appeared to be the day Sparrow got married.

"Why is that?"

Sparrow hesitated before answering, "I was...I was afraid that something like this would happen. Lucien already took so much from me when I was still a child, that I couldn't subject someone else to the danger that came with me. When I won the crucible, I realized that there was a chance I would never come back from the Spire, so I figured I might as well take my chance then and get married. I loved him more than anything, well other than my daughter, of course. I should have known Lucien would have no trouble killing a child. After all, he shot me through the window of his castle when I was 8 years old." Sparrow stared at the wall. The memories were coming back.

"Two weeks ago, this house was so special to me. Its the first home I owned that wasn't a caravan. It was the place I fell in love, and where I got to watch Rosary grow for six years. Now, this house fills me with dread. I dont even recognize it."

Reaver was still examining different pieces of a life that felt like a lifetime ago. Next to him, he also noticed a diary with an inscription of a rose on the front. The pages were dirty and worn, as if it had been left outside by a child. It was then he noticed Sparrow staring at the wall. Being new to this whole empathy thing, he searched for words for a moment, then said, "You never did talk about falling out of a castle window as a child. Being a pirate who...commandeers things I can see how I may have gotten into that situation, but how did a child get in that situation."

Sparrow sighed and ran a hand through her hair, before meeting Reaver's gaze. "Well, that ones kind of a long story."

"Dear, I've literally all the time in the world. I spent our adventures hearing about Garth's story, and Hammer's, but never yours." Reaver pressed, staring again at Sparrow.

Sparrow sighed and met Reaver's gaze. She knew he wouldn't let it be. She sighed, giving in.

"It all started with a stupid music box. When I was a kid, my sister and I were homeless, in Old Town. It was the winter, and we were desperate to find somewhere warm to stay. We were looking at castle fairfax dreaming of the life we could live, if only someone would let us in. Then we heard some commotion, and noticed this trader had come into town. He was wowing everyone with his little odds and ends. He was really a scammer looking to make a quick buck. He claimed to have a mirror that made whoever looked into it beautiful, and waited until someone bought it, to say that the magic only worked in complete darkness." She chuckled, remembering the poor sap with the mirror.

"He continued showing a couple other trinkets, until he got to the music box. For five gold coins, you could turn the handle and make a wish. Rose thought it was all rubbish, of course. She didn't believe magic existed. Behind us there was a woman, who was obviously blind. I'm not sure how, but she managed to convince my sister that we should earn the money, and make our wish. So we did. We went around Old Town, doing simple jobs for a gold piece. I still remember every single job. We retrieved warrants that had blown off in the wind, killed beetles in a warehouse, snuck a love letter into a house, and saved an alcoholic. We even were the first ever people to pose in a picture for Barnum's crazy portrait device."

"Barnum? The man that was in my study before I tried to betray you? You were the child in the picture he showed me?" Reaver was intrigued.

"Probably. I never actually saw the picture. If it was two young girls then yes, that was us. Anyway, when we finally had the coins for the music box, we purchased it, wound it up and made our wish, to live in a castle, instead of on the streets. The box started playing a strange melody, that kept speeding up. Then there was a light and it started floating in the air, until it suddenly disappeared. The box was gone, and we were still stuck in Old Town. I remember we were so upset about wasting money on a scam. We just went straight to bed." Sparrow sighed,"I didn't know it at the time, but this would become the worst day of my childhood."

"Later that night some guards woke us up, saying Lord Lucien had sent for us. So off to castle Fairfax we went. When we entered, something else I didn't know until years later, but Garth was actually leaving the castle. He apparently told Lucien he wouldn't help him any longer. The walk down that hallway to his study...it felt like forever. When we got there, Lucien made us feel welcome. He asked about the music box, and Rose told him we asked to live in a castle. He...made us think he would arrange that for us. We just had to stand in the circle near the window. When Rose stood in it, there was a blue light. It remained blue when I joined her. Lucien was ecstatic, saying we were heroes, however that quickly changed."

"Ah, finally, an interesting twist in the story." Reaver replied, while examine the journal in his hands. It was filled with childish drawings, and little entries. Sparrow still hadn't noticed he had picked it off the shelf.

"I guess you could say that. Anyway. When Lucien reached towards us, the platform we were on had a negative reaction to him. He began flipping through a book and quickly realized one of us was the hero that would prevent him from getting his end goal. It was then he picked up his gun. He said he couldn't let the bloodline continue, or that he couldn't allow us to stop him, and shot my sister. Then, said I couldn't live either, and shot me. The blast threw me out of the window, and I remember hitting a few roofs on the way down. When I hit the ground, I remember thinking that I had died. Then, a few weeks later I woke up in a caravan. I was still injured, and the same woman who convinced Rose to purchase the music box was tending to my wounds. It was Theresa." Sparrow leaned back on her palms, closing her eyes as she relived the memory.

"So she started with you?" Reaver asked.

"In a way, yes. She raised me until I was 18. I lived with the gypsies of Bower Lake, and in a lot of ways that camp still feels like my home." Sparrow looked at the floor, then back to the wall. "I didn't know a music box would rule this much of my life."

"What do you mean?" Reaver was confused.

Sparrow looked at him, just as confused.

"During Lucien's 'ritual' in the spire...did you not...you never noticed that I used a music box against Lucien?" Sparrow continued staring in bewilderment.

"Look, during the 'ritual' I, and likely the other two hero's, blacked out. The only thing I could register was the pain as Lucien began draining our power. I didn't know what happened other than one second I was in the most pain I'd felt in centuries, and the next I was on the ground, listening to his manic speech until you shot him." Reaver shrugged. "So the music box you bought as a child was the tool needed to defeat Lucien?"

"Yes. I originally thought it just existed to ruin a life. My world was shattered when I lost Rose. She was my big sister, and I watched her die. The sound of her pleading with Lucien not to shoot...I'll never forget it. Sometimes I wonder...what would my life be like if she hadn't died. I've grieved and accepted her death, but I still miss her." Another tear fell down Sparrow's face. She wiped it away, and looked at Reaver, finally registering the book in his hand.

"That diary is the last part of Rose I have, and I only found it a few years ago, when Bear wouldn't stop pestering me about digging in one spot near where our old shack was. I almost had a public breakdown over finding it." Sparrow reached over and took the worn book from Reaver.

"Her last entry was one day before her death. She wrote about how we needed to find some better clothes, or shelter, or both, soon. Otherwise we would surely die. She had no clue that her life was going to end." Sparrow flipped through the pages.

"Well, that's quite the epic tale." Reaver replied.

"I guess you could call it that. I just wish my hero 'awakening' could have been started literally any other way. Part of me wonders, if Theresa knew one of use was a hero, why she didn't tell us right then, when we were in the town square. We were two homeless orphans, trying to survive the winter. Shit, she could have told us anything, and we would have followed if it meant getting shelter for the night. I used to think that I'd do anything to bring my sister back, yet the one opportunity I had, I didn't do it." Sparrow shook her head.

"Why didn't you bring them all back?" Reaver asked

"How could I? Lucien spent at least twenty years terrorizing other people, and ripping apart thousands of families for his precious spire. There are thousands of families who went through what I did, and I couldn't justify only serving myself." She explained, "I think I was also afraid. I have no clue if Rose was revived if she'd still be a twelve year old girl, what memories would exist, or what would happen. Bryn might have decided he was done with all my 'hero nonsense', Rosary would have a lifetime of trauma, and honestly none of them would have been okay knowing that for a period of time, they had died for me. I should let them rest in peace, rather than force them to live in hatred." Sparrow closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. For the first time since leaving the spire, she realized that her choice may not have been as selfless as she believed.

"You did what you had to do." Reaver replied.

"I guess so...Reaver, don't take this the wrong way, but I didn't think you would be the one sitting with me as I grieved." Sparrow said. Reaver looked at her, almost offended.

"Well I'm not one to listen to crying. Besides, I didn't come here to only have you moping all the time." He responded.

"You know just as soon as I think I see the slightest...pinprick of a soul in you, a personality that isn't made up of bullshit, you turn back into the self serving jerk you've always been." Sparrow shot back.

"Oh please, its not like I have time for this. You should know that anyone who is sought out by a person such as myself, that isn't about to receive a bullet to the skull, should be very lucky." Reaver was back to himself.

Sparrow rolled ear eyes.

"There you go again, thinking that you're an amazing, awe-inspiring god, who everyone is just so pleased to meet. I'd call you immoral, but I genuinely do not believe you have the slightest understanding of what morals are. You're just a fool with money." As she became more irritated, the lines of will began glowing.

"If I'm so bad, why did I help with the whole Lucien thing? You can't possibly believe I'm that bad. You spent months, almost a year, around me. I know you remember our conversations when no one else was around, Little Sparrow."

"Oh, you mean the conversations that always ended with you suggesting cheat on my husband? The ones where I was always walking away from you? I remember that quite well."

"At least I know how to defend myself, rather than some crate-carrying son of a bitch that can't figure out a pistol or escape hatch." He snapped at her.

"Out." Sparrow said, pointing to the door.

"Excuse me?"

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE." She screamed in his face.

Silently, he stood up, and left the house. When he was gone, she broke down again.