Shilo pulled her legs up under her on the couch cushion, thinking how to figure out how to talk. "Well, it started after the opera... I thought I knew what I was doing, how to take care of myself but..," She paused, biting her lip.

"But," Graverobber asked, tilting his head.

"But I didn't, I really didn't. I'd met some nice people that said they wanted to help me. After the whole performance, there were alot of people that wanted to meet me, see me," Shilo continued, holding the soda can in her hands tightly. "And Rotti's kids. They were horrible though. Amber did everything in her power to try and dissuade the public from me. I'd gone back to my home, but if felt horribly empty without my dad. Not to mention all the feelings I had when there, regret and anger. Mostly anger." Her hands started to shake.

"Kid," Graverobber started. He leaned forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to keep going."

Shilo shook her head. "No, it's time I say it. After so long without saying anything, so long of holding this all in," she said, voice getting higher and higher in pitch. She was shaking profusely as the emotions she'd subdued for so long came to surface all at once. "I ripped those curtains down. The place that had been my prison for so long and it didn't feel any better after that! I stayed there for a while, reading up in my dad's library to try and get rid of the feelings. Broke all the portraits! Anything to make it stop, to make me not hurt. Nothing worked, absolutely nothing!" Shilo's voice was shrill as tears flowed freely from her eyes.

"I didn't know how to cook, didn't know how to properly do anything. I'd been so sheltered for all those years, you don't even understand. And it killed me to think thats what my father had done. All in trying to protect me, but did that make it any better, NO! In fact, that just made it worse." Shilo grit her teeth. After having been cold for so long, feeling this much hurt. More than anything she felt angry. Angry at herself, angry at her father and angry at... "And then there were people. I'd gone outside, going to the store to buy food. I'd found my dad had left a large amount for me behind. Then these men..." Her voice wavered. Shilo wanted to scream. She wanted to break those men that had hurt her, done the things to her that made her view so jaded.

"Kid, hey," Graves snapped, trying to get her attention. When Shilo just continued to shake and stare at the floor he grabbed her by the shoulders and jostled her. "Shilo!"

Shilo looked up, eyes red and cheeks tearstained. She tried to speak but nothing came out. She shook her head continuously, trying to will away the feelings. Tried to make it stop, tried to get the way her body was shaking to stop, she tried and tried. A hiccup escaped her mouth and then a short cry before Shilo started full on crying in front of Graverobber.

Graverobber's brow furrowed. He hadn't meant for this to happen. Shit, well how did you usually deal with this situation. He never got close enough to see people look this vulnerable. He'd never seen Shilo look as much like herself as she did now, and that was bad.. Shit shit shit.. Graverobber scooted over to Shilo and wrapped an arm over her hunched for. He ran a hand along her back and made small words of encouragement. "Come on Kid. You're alright," he murmured. "It's all in the past. You're in a better place now."

It took many minutes before Shilo calmed down. She sat up looking at Graves with a blank stare. She tapped the crumpled can in her hand mindlessly. Shilo glanced about the shaded room, feeling oddly numb and worn out. Graverobber pulled Shilo to his side and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Shilo let him, feeling too worn and enjoying the warmth of the touch. It had been a long time since she allowed a touch. Shilo lay her head on Graves shoulder.

Graverobber watched Shilo quietly. His thoughts raced to bad places, dark places. Even though he hadn't known Shilo long before the Opera, she'd still made an impression. A pure soul in a corrupted place, but that had been taken from her. He wanted to rend the men who'd done this to her to pieces. Slowly rip them apart and gut them like pigs. For now though, he held Shilo, watched her quick breaths even out as she fell asleep. She'd been through worse than he'd thought. She hadn't deserved this fate.

Here have a quick update. Needed to get through that for progress and it's I dunno, not as bad as I would have thought to make it. But hmm. Dunno