(Before going any further in this chapter, I firstly want to say that if you thought this story was screwed up before, you're sure to be beyond disturbed with this part. I'm aware that certain matters are "taboo" but that's what this chapter is called after all and it explains itself.

Secondly, I'm shocked that anyone would come this far since, well, what the story is about in general along with how there isn't much fighting that occurs within this first segment. There will however be plenty of it, along with more familiar faces from the original games, during/throughout the next segment. Rest assured there will be plenty of that next time and it won't be focused nor centered around anything of a sexual/carnal nature, even though this version has been revised and the once explicit scenes are brief and more for young adults.

Thirdly and as a reminder once again, nothing sexual is actually happening to the main character in reality that takes place within this story. It all occurs during fantasies/dreams...Not to mention that none of these characters are even real in the first place. The only ones who I claim are the originals that I added in the story. The others belong to Capcom.

Lastly, this chapter is long as hell and never seems to end but you can also rest assured that it will. It wasn't an easy one to write and yet again, this one does have touchy subjects, as brief as they may be. So if you're curiosity is as demented as mine then you'll keep reading to discover what else could possibly go wrong next.)

Taboo

A smaller version of whom she presumed to be Michael played happily in a stream as a curvaceous woman with long, oak colored hair cooked in the nearby kitchen, joyfully singing a long forgotten song. The wooden door stayed cracked open as she rubbed her pregnant belly calling him in for dinner. He ran back up to the house, no older than four. His black shaggy hair and ice blue eyes twinkled up at her while hugging, wanting his mother to spin a drop spindle with him and then pointed to the dominoes scattered about in the corner of the room.

She may not have been his birth mother but still loved him nonetheless. Every time she saw him she thought of both her cousin, Asta as well as her own husband. He had married Asta first who then and shortly after giving birth to Michael, passed from an unknown illness. A brief time later it had been more than obvious how the two felt about one another, marrying several months later. She told Michael this only weeks before, surprised at his nonchalant response being "Okay". He seemed so much older and mature than his actual age.

Her hazel green eyes pleaded with him as she patted his back, reassuring they would have plenty of time to play later that day.

"We can when finished eating, my little one. You know how difficult these times have been since your fathers passing..."

"I know momma, but no other children are near. It is only you and I."

"Momma needs a rest for a moment. Sit down at the table, be a good boy for momma."

He obeyed as always, listening to her, knowing if he disobeyed she wouldn't play with him as punishment. His eyes wondered around the wooden floors, elegant yet antiquated furnishings and style for that time. It seemed that they were in the eighteenth century, perhaps towards the end of that time period based on the houses style. He swung his little legs back and forth after she sat the table, now saying a quick prayer.

"Amen."

He knew to say that last part with her. The rest he didn't understand well since she liked speaking in sometimes what she called "Old English" and "German". She sometimes said the prayer in Icelandic, which was what his father, Einar had been. Bonnie was his current mothers name- who by blood was actually his cousin- although he rarely ever addressed her as such.

After they finished dinner she placed a hand against her large stomach, chuckling.

"Ah, your little brother or sister must be wanting to say hello! Do you want to feel, Michael?"

He jumped up from the chair, running over and placing a hand then waited for a second. When nothing happened he placed his head against the spot both hearing and feeling a strong kick.

"Ahh!"

He jumped back in surprise before shouting "Wow! I hope you do that again, brother!"

"Ah, haha. You think that is what this one will be? What if it is a sister?"

"That will be well but I want a little brother and then a sister after. We both need to protect her in case something should happen to one of us!"

"Ha, such a thoughtful young man my boy is. If it is a boy, I believe your father would want to name him after his grandfather since we already named you after his father."

"What was his name?"

"Kristján."

"Hmm...Did he do what father did? Did both Grandpa and father have the same jobs?"

"Yes, both were businessmen and had the skill for building houses, what we live in now. This house has been passed down through two generations."

"What will we do when my baby brother gets here?"

"We will have to ride on the horse into town. We should do so by tomorrow. I feel your younger brother might come at any day now."

"Will we go see an older lady? They are called mid...mid-"

"A mid-wife?"

"Yeah!"

"Haha, now be a dear and help mamma with the dishes. Afterwards, we will play together but in my bedroom."

"Yes mother."

Afterwards and just as she said, the pair went into the bedroom and were about to play before a painful contraction overtook the woman causing her to wince in agony, falling back onto the bed.

"Momma, what is wrong?"

"I think we will have to leave...Oww...much sooner."

"Should I get Heidi ready?"

"Please...Michael."

He ran out to the horse only to stop in his tracks when hearing a scream. He ran back to her asking what happened.

"Momma, what do we do? What is happening?"

"Run to the neighbors! I know they are far but you have to hurry! The little one is..."

She let out another scream but didn't have to say anything else for him to know what was going on. He left the door hanging wide open, running as fast as his feet could carry him. He didn't know how to ride just yet and the nearest neighbors were a younger couple but they were closer to town and nearly three miles away. That may have been so but he refused to stop running until getting there. He couldn't lose his mom again.

Even when seeing the sun set in the sky he refused to stop, lungs burning and breathing shallow. The house was just in the distance. When closing in on it he banged on the door hard as a young woman answered.

"Whoever could be here at this hour? Yes?"

He panted heavily with both hands on his knees, doing all he could just to catch his breath in order to speak. When taking a minute, words at last came.

"My little brother will be here today!"

The young woman's eyes widened as she called for her husband, telling him to ready their horses.

"Evan, ready the horses! Bonnie is in labor!"

"At this hour, Abigail? Ha, God must enjoy His jokes very much so."

He wiped his mouth, rushing from the dinner table in order to ready two horses. The boy rode with Abigail while Evan led the way, nightfall having swiftly arrived. He led them to her bedroom, staring in shock as he saw a small head coming out of his mother's...whatever that was called. He then felt his head become light and watched the room spin before fainting, feeling much too overwhelmed by the sights and sounds, along with feeling worried she might not make it.

Upon waking he watched as his mother nursed a baby at his side. The couple smiled at them both, Abigail wiping sweat off his brow.

"You gave us quite the scare, my boy. Glad to see you are well now."

"Indeed. If you waited to come any longer, your mother would have been in danger. You made a wise choice."

"Perhaps this one will become a physician when older instead of a carpenter such as myself. This place could use more of them after all!"

Abigail playfully elbowed her husband as his mother then spoke.

"I haven't the slightest idea what I would have done without Michael. He is such a God send. Say hello to your baby brother, Kristján."

He smiled hugging his mom while staring at his new brother in wonder.

"Thank you for showing me what to do, Bonnie."

"And I thank you for understanding how to do these things."

The memory slowly faded as it showed a fire burning in a hearth then an older Michael running through a meadow with his younger brother who looked the same age as he had been when his brother was born. He panted, resting his hands on both knees, shouting "Go slower, Michael! My legs are not as fast as yours yet!"

"Who was it that ran to save both you and mother?!"

"You, big brother!"

"Yes and who was it that did not stop running for three miles until he found help?!

"Yes, yes! Fine then!"

He tackled his older brother, rolling down a hill while laughing hysterically, somersaulting down when coming to a stop on a soft plain of grass.

"I wish we could stay this way for always. Do you not, brother?"

"Farðu af því, bróðir! (Fa-ru- aft- Lee, broh-dir)! We will not remain as children much longer! Who will care for mother as men if that were to happen?"

"I understand not of that language! Why not speak in Old English?! I know some words that momma has taught me..."

"You should know a few in fathers language as well. What I said meant "Come off that, brother."

He took a moment to teach his brother more of the language before he looked rather confused, wanting to continue at a later time.

"I can only learn one at a time. How did you know both when that young?"

"I only knew few words of each."

"Huh, you need to Aufholjagd, kleiner Bruder (Auf-hole-yagd, klein-er Brew-der) (Catch up, little Brother)!"

He of course beat him back to the house, running much faster. He taunted by blowing a raspberry with Kristján sulking in response. He pouted when stomping back inside, pulling on his napping mothers dress. He was the spitting image of her, light tanned skin and all while Michael's complexion remained as pale as a ghost, even inheriting that much from his father.

"Did you two fight again?"

"He did not slow down for me when we ran together! Ne faeger! (Nay Fay-gerr)!"

"Please boys, I need my rest. Go and play for a while longer."

"But momma, you have rested all afternoon!"

"He is right."

"Gunnar, do not argue with me too."

"Ehh, I like Michael better. Gunnar is a name for old men..."

"Fine then Michael, do not talk back to me as well. I must have some rest. I have not felt good since those stray dogs have come around, barking all of the time. You two be careful when playing! Love one another!"

They both sighed, knowing she would win no matter what. One thing they were learning, you couldn't win an argument with your mother, let alone a woman.

This memory faded as it showed the boys playing in the stream again then the younger one following Michael up a tall structure, resembling a decrepit, crumbling unkept museum.

"Do not run very fast up here Kristján! Climb slowly!"

Michael looked at least twelve while his younger brother, around seven. He slowly climbed up ivory plants, doing exactly what his brother did. Michael taunted by asking "Need a hand, lytel cniht (lie-tell k-knit) (little boy)?"

He stood on the second level, taunting as usual with both hands on hips, offering a hand until jerking it back as his younger brother nearly took it only to sneer when the offer was quickly taken away.

"You know what our mother said! Love one another!"

"But she is not here, is she?"

He looked around when reaching the second floor, looking up to discover Michael already on the third.

"Do not lose footing on these stone bricks. You must not only grow smarter but stronger as well! The trick is to not look down!"

"Michael, this is much too dangerous. We should go back. The sunlight is already fading. Those dogs may come here."

"Is the little one scared? Should mother sing you a lullaby to sleep already?"

He scoffed when hearing him laugh, shouting "I will show you!"

He tried jumping up and grabbing ahold of a nearby brick which jutted out from the wall only to feel disappointment wash over. The stone item remained barely out of reach.

"I could do this at your age. The trick here as well is to get a running start."

"Then if you could, I can too!"

He took a few steps back, ready to get into a running start before the floor gave way, a rotted spot sealing Kristján's fate.

"Kristján!"

Michael rushed down with ease, climbing back down the stones and vines hastily. He knelt down at his brother's side, trying to help him up.

"The wind left your lungs, that is all. You will be fine once you stand."

His brother tried speaking only to cough up blood. When Michael looked closer and removed his shirt, a sharp nail surfaced from just below his chest.

"Michael...Help me."

He began to feel hopelessness, panic written all over his face.

"What did I do...?"

A tear leaked from his dying brother's eye as Michael then began weeping for him, not believing the tragedy unfolding before them.

"You cannot go too! Kristján, I am sorry! We can go back to momma and all will be made well! Kristján!"

He shook the small body as his brother drew his final breath, growing still in his arms.

"Kristjáaaaaan!"

He rocked back and forth while tightly clutching onto his brother, sobbing uncontrollably. After losing consciousness due to extreme trauma he woke minutes later, shuddering while coming to a shaky standing position. It was now night time and soon wildlife would pick up on fresh scent. Fresh blood.

Upon realizing this, he walked as fast as he possibly could, only getting yards away from his deceased brother. He heard the sound of a galloping horse fast approaching, knowing very well who hurried his way. His mother soon came before him while carrying a lantern in one hand.

"Where is Kristján? You should have known moreso than him to be playing out here at this late hour! How many times have I told you both, mostly you, to stay away from this crumbling building! You can die from a great fall or sharp items-"

She paused as he only shook his head in distress. When coming closer she noticed tear streaks on his cheeks, muttering "Oh God." She walked quickly over to the building. When he heard a scream, he knew she would never be the same again. It was all his fault.

Both hands covered his ears as he fell to the ground breathing heavily before angrily beating the ground in a fit of rage. He ran away to the stream, running as fast as his legs could carry him, recalling the time he had done so for his mother while she labored. He felt his lungs burn when arriving to the same stream the two had played in together as young children. This stream lead to a creek, which the two had also played in. That was going to be his final resting place.

Before submerging himself in the water, the grim thought "I do not deserve life", crossed throughout his mind. He didn't have the chance to finish drowning himself as his mother dragged him out of the water, throwing him angrily onto the ground.

"I deserve this fate! Let me die with him!"

"No! I will not lose another loved one! Go back home!"

He glared angrily her way, now pinning her down against the soft ground.

"Michael! You have to get ahold of yourself!"

He almost struck her, choosing to beat the ground instead yet again, laying his head against her soft bosom.

"Why? Why did it have to be as so?! We only played in harmless fun!"

"Michael, we need to return at this time. We will have to bury Kristján tonight."

He hastily wiped his eyes, blowing his runny nose on a plain white sleeve. He got off his mother then helped her back up, reminded of when he offered his hand to his younger brother moments before only to decline the offer in a playful jest. There were sure to be no more after this horrible day.

The mother and son barely made it back in time to begin preparations for the burial, distant thunder rumbling throughout the night air. She carried her son's body in her arms as Michael held on tightly from behind. After putting Heidi back in her stall, they laid his body on the porch, Bonnie commanding he get a bed sheet.

"You will take a bed sheet off your bed and wrap his body in it. Afterwards you will stay here in order for me to request Evan's assistance in this matter."

He carried out the grim command, waiting for her return. No more than an hour later the two arrived. Evan had attached their horse to his wagon stepping out and providing the necessary materials in order to lay the boy to rest at last. He began constructing the coffin instantly, working almost until morning. When nearly finished thunder began rumbling in the sky.

"Start digging, Michael."

She had gone out to the shed, grabbing a shovel then threw it beside Michael's feet on the porch. He couldn't meet her disapproving stare as he carried out that next command. He dug until barely able to feel either hand, a multitude of splinters embedded into both. That didn't matter. Nothing felt worse than what he had just done.

When finished with the task, light rain already fell from the sky, his brothers body now resting in the coffin, nails being hammered against the wood- the very same thing which ended his life in the first place. The painful symbolism caused another tear to be shed. He wondered how many more would have to be until laying dead in the ground himself. A quick prayer was said from his mother before she gestured for Michael to finish what he started. He covered his own brother with dirt completing the task even when his hands dripped blood.

Evan said a few parting words before leaving the two, going back to his own wife.

"If there is anything you need at all, tell us and we will readily help."

"Thank you, Evan. I will. You have already done enough tonight."

He gave a heartfelt embrace, saying "I know how you feel. We both lost one before it even had the chance to be born."

Bonnie saw him off, waving while he handed her horse back over, hurrying away. She found Michael laying on the ground getting drenched now. The rain soon turned into a downpour.

"Come inside now. You worked hard and did a good job. Let us get you cleaned up then."

He allowed her to lend him a shoulder, leading the expressionless child to the bathtub. She warmed three kettles of water in the hearth while he sat in a chair near the tub, remembering how they both would sit and talk while waiting for her to do this as young children. This would have been the age for him to begin drawing his own bath water along with completing his own chores.

She returned before he had the luxury of dozing off, pouring the bath water in for him only this once.

"Undress. It is not the first time I have seen you without clothing. I raised you, after all."

He let the clothing fall onto the ground without care stepping into the scolding hot water.

"Do not be foolish! Sit on the edge of the tub while waiting for the water to cool!"

She grabbed him when scolding, placing a cloth over his lap. He followed her instruction doing as told.

"Show me your hands."

She grabbed another cloth, running the soft item through hot water. She gently started with one hand, picking out each splinter with the care and affection only a mother could provide. When finished the water felt warm to the touch, her hand checking the temperature just to make sure.

"Just right. Now then, I shall leave you be."

She turned to leave, giving pause when hearing a distant voice ask "Do you still love me, mother?"

Her head turned while she stifled back tears forcing herself to say "Of course. How could I not? You are my son and my cousins child."

He fell asleep in the bathtub wishing it were the warm waters of the creek. Kristján shouldn't have been the one to die that day.

Seasons passed by in a whirlwind, a time lapse revealing how the mother grew sadder and desperate while her son, smarter and more determined. He worked tirelessly to improve both his mental and physical status, putting himself through rigorous teaching at the local school. Being home schooled had to end and his mother allowed him to do as he wished when turning thirteen.

He made it more than clear how he wished to not only become a well known physician but one who could defend both himself and what remained of his family, no matter the cost. He excelled in both learning and martial arts, studying the ancient practice to no end, primarily interested in Jujitsu, Karate and Taekwondo. All fighting styles varied. He'd make one of his own, combining them with efficiency.

When he came home from school on a hot summers day he heard her again in her room, paying no attention while placing his school bag onto his bed, walking back outside to train. He lost count of how many knuckle push-ups were completed, moving on to performing a series of fast hits and kicks, wishing he had an opponent to practice on. He felt more than ready to put his unique skill set to the test.

After coming back into the house he still heard her. Often he'd remain at the school in order to further both his mental and physical studies. Today he just wanted to relax. Right now, that obviously wasn't happening any time soon. He'd recently just turned sixteen, surpassing his late father in size at this age. He wore only his undershirt and pants, suspenders dangling at his sides as he walked to his mothers room, invading her privacy for the first time, not even bothering to knock.

The door flung open, practically breaking off its hinges due to his immense anger. She quickly covered herself back up hiding the obvious. She just laid there, staring back with a wide-eyed, terrified look. Her heart shaped face still looked youthful despite her being sixteen years his senior. Round almond eyes stared back at him with pause, full round lips parting. He couldn't take this anymore. Being stuck in the same house with this temptress was too much.

"Do you presume that I have lost my hearing over the years and have become deaf, woman?"

She just stared at him, lost for words. She turned her head away in shame closing those enchanting eyes. He strode to her side clenching both fists tightly. Wiry strands of shoulder length black hair covered his forehead as he loomed over her nearly a head taller already.

"I am right here, Bonnie. You have been lonesome this entire time, have you not? You need a man to satisfy your needs. I am here now to fulfill them to the fullest."

"Michael, the heat must have you saying such odd things. I did not hear you arrive back home. I did not mean for you to hear nor see me in this way...You usually stay at school for such a long time. I truly did not expect your arrival to be this...sudden."

He took her chin in his hand, coaxing her to meet his gaze as he made an unexpected move with the other, tearing the bed sheet away. She tried crossing both arms over her perky breasts only to have both restrained. He situated himself between tense legs easily pinning her down. She couldn't stand to meet his cold stare trembling beneath his tight body. This caused his first erection from a woman- his own mother, no less. Everything about the sultry vixen made him want to take her an endless amount of times; regardless of whether she knew or not. The only other woman nearby was Abigail and both her and Evan already had three children of their own. Two boys and one girl. Exactly the way it should have been for them.

"Michael! What are you doing?! I am your mother! I raised you!"

"I am aware of the concept in regards to incestual acts and how sinful it is to engage in them. However, I do not deem it sinful unless a child comes from such iniquitous engagements. Besides, you did not birth me. Do not fret, Bonnie, I will not seed you during each session."

She stared at him, completely dumbfounded and astonished at this disappointing, unrestrained change.

"Michael...I did not raise you to be this way...Stop, please, before you do something that goes against God."

"WHAT HAS YOUR GOD DONE FOR US?!"

His booming voice made her jolt, facing away once more. She cried out while he fumed from above spittle dangling from his mouth.

"Michael, please...Please do not hurt your momma."

"You first lost your husband, a son and all you have left now is a murderer- your first born who is no better than a rapist and killer. You should have allowed me to drown myself that day. It would have spared you a life of suffering."

"Michael wait! Wait please!"

She called out when stopping him from removing the only fabric that kept him chaste, shaking her head in vain.

"I have not been a good mother these past years because I knew not what to say...You should not have had to bury him at such a young age. I should have watched you both and kept a closer eye on you two...The fault rests with me."

A heart-wrenching sob escaped from her lips, choking out her final plea.

"Son, I never blamed you for that day. I felt angry at my own foolish mistake...Please, forgive me...Asta would not want things to be this way...Do not do what cannot be undone."

He grabbed a fistful of hair still keeping her arms pinned with his forearms. A frigid glare from glacier eyes made her gasp while feeling him thrust against the sheets and out of his own pants. His member throbbed unforgivingly below seeking immediate entrance.

"You should not have waited such a long time to say something so simple."

She cried out as his other hand clutched her throat, entering with no resistance met. A loud squelch filled the room when his flesh slapped against hers as he fully restrained from emitting fluids within, hold tightening to a near fatal embrace. She felt how he had imagined, recalling while watching a countless number of times as she paraded around in front of him only dressed in a near see-through nightgown since his young age of twelve. Since then this must have been what she asked for. She'd just been unable to admit it.

She gave strained cries almost losing consciousness before he realized what he was doing greatly lessening his hold. She gasped for air while choking softly, whimpering as his face now lingered mere inches away. He forcefully kissed until she almost fainted only breaking the embrace when hearing vague whimpers. He released a sharp exhale, aggressively interlocking his fingers with hers, mercilessly taking his own flesh and blood. She both cried and moaned throughout their first intimate encounter not wishing to believe this to be real.

"Your body and the affection that shall be provided henceforth will make for compensation. Yes, this will indeed suffice greatly, love."

"My boy...Why?"

She gave a pitiful whimper underneath him, attempting to hide her head in shame yet only able to turn it away.

"I believe I had just explained myself no more than a minute prior. Do not lie to me, woman, you have yearned for this feeling to return. Beg me for pleasure...I wish to hear the words come from your lips. Beg for me to thrust in between your legs until you can no longer stand, just as one would do with a common whore, hah. Say them...Lest I force them from you."

"Michael please...please stop this! This cannot be...Not with you!"

She wailed upon fully understanding and realizing what she failed to do then- wanting only to prevent such an irreversible calamity- creating a monster.

"Fine then. I shall force the response from you until you ask me to stop, only nearing our engagements conclusion upon hearing each enticing, succulent, provocative word spoken."

His slow thrusts to start with turned violently into brutal, propulsive surges, lasting nearly an hours time during their first session. Sooner or later she wouldn't have any other choice.

Shortly thereafter and with his rigidity returned, that newly found, wicked grin spread from cheek to cheek. He moved her over onto her side still panting. She refused to look at him now even after having been had in nearly every position fathomable and yet she still wouldn't break. Still she refused to utter a single word he commanded.

She barely had the strength when limping to the bathroom this time. He allowed it after each euphoric high even having to do so every other hour himself but this was starting to become insane; even for his standards. Night had already came and gone, fresh sunlight now creeping onto the horizon. He gave an intense, challenging stare along with snarl as she fell feebly onto the bed, completely enervated. She let out weak pants while meeting his stare providing a fierce reply of her own.

"You treat your own mother as one might a whore...You wish for the woman who provided for you, your own cousin, to say such foul things...What have I done to you that makes you hate me so? How did you grow to become this wicked?"

She clinched her teeth while feeling him come in from behind, holding firmly onto hips, pushing her into the bed. He groped from above while groaning "It must run in the family, dearest."

After having his fill for nearly twenty four hours he heard her say what had been desired. He already made her have a multitude of orgasms in every possible way and position, on the brink of exhaustion himself. He maxed them both to their limits, Bonnie hardly having the strength to move let alone speak, tears falling from watery eyes.

"Do what you wish with me, Michael. Treat me how you wish. I deserve the punishment given for my negligence...with...with-"

He covered her mouth with intense kisses, turning her back over greedily, guiding her through final steps. She sighed in sheer exhaustion pleading for him to finish already.

"I have no strength left, Michael. You win...You can have me."

Throughout their entire ordeal he had taken her to unprecedented and inexperienced heights, watching her crumble under his resolve with triumphant satisfaction. She began wildly moaning while salivating, his mouth now sucking, biting each breast in an aggressive frenzy which surpassed lust. Hands cradled his head while moaning his name submitting to his desires.

"Michael!"

He almost lost control of himself, stopping before going much too far. His lips met with hers once more while holding tightly, refusing to stop until she experienced her own high yet again. Six grueling minutes later she did. She held onto his wrists as they both finished in unison, resting beside her now sleeping figure.

"Sleep well, love."

...

Memories faded once more, briefly showing him establishing his name globally, dealing with various trades ranging from architecture and the drug industry, all the way through arms dealing. He gradually aged throughout the years seasons changed and before his final breath could be drawn, scientists transferred his consciousness and spirit into a similar body each time. Three times he remained in an enormous test tube capsule, patiently awaiting transfer. The first time it happened it was thanks to Bahtus's aide. The other ones, machines.

The recollections ended suddenly til showing Naia curled up on her bed back home, fast asleep. Something gurgled just below her stomach's skin before tendrils erupted from her, forcing the unwilling victim to transform into one of Ruuca's appearances. A snake-like body from the waist down formed as features paled, blood seemingly drained from her entire body. Her teeth and nails fell out as droplets of crimson red fluid dripped onto the ground, sharp needle-like ones replacing their originals. She awoke as an agonized scream erupted from deep within during the dream, gasping in reality and practically letting out that same, blood curdling one now.

She rolled over to the beds edge, dangling both legs off. Shaking hands rubbed sweat drenched hair back then rested at both sides. Eyes peered behind knowing how he now watched. This was far from over. He did this on purpose. Since she knew of his past now he really wouldn't let go.