He took a long, exaggerated breath, and sighed, just as dramatic, before he shifted to sit down on the roof, and yep the back of his hair was now black from the soot, he didn't notice yet thankfully.

"I was murdered, by the person I loved most." A true note of pain in his voice, as he looked at his nails again, tugging at a hangnail... his hands used to be so perfectly soft, hangnails weren't fair.

"We had a disagreement, and it escalated until I was stabbed in the heart."