[settles with him still just as close, murmuring quietly to speak.]

... Vincent and I were always together. Our mother... likely got rid of us. We were an attraction in a cage before we escaped. From then we lived on the streets, mostly in hiding, thanks to Vincent's red eye... as a "child of misfortune," he was conveniently blamed for all the wrong in the world.

... We did anything and everything to get by.