Chiarra
One Thousand Club
She listened to him and sighed softly. "When I was little, I didn't fully understand what my father did, but I did understand he could get hurt...real bad. My mom tried to veil it from me, not wanting me to know, but....I knew. It's hard to hide when friends and family are dying around you." she moved to sit with her back against the wall so she could look sideways at him. "I used to cry and beg my father not to go when he had to, but...he never listened." She gave him a feint smile. "Sometimes I used to think my dad was invincible, and it helped, but...one day he came home shot and that was the end of that dream." She sighed softly and leaned back against the wall, looking at the ground. "My dad may not be invincible, but...he's a hard man and only cares about three things, his family, money, and power. If any is threatened, it usually doesn't end well for the other person."