[i] He merely smirked and leaned back in his seat, putting his hands in his jeans pockets. Yes, she didn't truly realize her demeanor and what she was coming off like, but nothing she could ever say could wound Desmond. He'd made sure of that long ago.[/i] "I was a Guild Rat. A little kid of only ten years old, a part of a group of street thugs that were just made up of more little kids, and bigger kids. I had two friends, Elise, and Dev. The three musketeers, in a way. We looked out for each other, had each other's backs. And always swore that we'd get out of the city, out of that shit hole we'd been condemned to." [i] There was no emotion in his voice, no reminiscence or even wistfulness, dry and plain speech as ever.[/i]