I grew up in a cult that was murdered by the leader when I was ten. Then one of the boys in one of the homes I was in when I was seventeen decided to kill everyone who ever picked on him. Obviously I’d never teased him aloud, so I wasn’t one of his targets. He killed fifteen kids and five adults before offing himself. So I already had two massacres under my belt when you showed up to the diner. And, why would I be afraid of you? You’re competent. You’re not going to *accidentally* kill me.
