I didn't want to talk about it. No one was ever supposed to see that.

[He goes over to a wall and grabs a sword. Then he throws it at another wall so hard that it buries itself deeply then waves wildly, the metal trying to keep straight. He seems to shake a little as he stares at it.]

She said he abused me. That it was child abuse to pelt my face with snow because I wasn't supposed to be out there in the first place. I was supposed to reading like he told me to.