"Take from me what you will. I can tell you're reclusive; you're solitary, quiet, and you don't seem to know about society and how it works. Like a bear who only knows how to mate, feed and kill. Its simple. But sadly, life for some of us can't be so simple. Things happen and choices have to be made. I even think that if I told you everything, you wouldn't understand why I did it, or WHY things happened that way.
Take the girl hope for example; I watched the poor girl dangle from a rope in a warehouse we played in. I didn't take her down, and all I could do is stand and watch, pure shock and horror on my face. One of my other friends came and took her down, yelling at me to do it. It was only when they buried her I wept for her, and I couldn't stop doing it. You could say she was my first love, but who can say when you're only eight years young. Why did I not take her down, knowing there could have been a chance to save her? Why did I only begin to weep when her body was lowered the next day? Why did I only stand in shock when my friend screamed at me to help her?
To be solitary and alone like you and have almost no bonds to others but to nature? Its lonely, but you don't have to worry about losing someone close to you. I had the opposite and had many ripped from me. They can drive someone to do things that many frown upon. What did I do? I'd rather not say. Maybe you'll learn one day... I just hope on that day it is in good faith."