"Thanks. You see, I had a bit of a rough childhood myself..." I pause, breathing in deeply. "When I was younger, twelve, probably back to when I was eleven, my father abused me. It was pretty bad, but I was scared to tell anyone. Eventually, I worked up courage and told my mother. She turned him in, then..." I pause again, shaking slightly. "Then, she killed herself." I say, my voice wavering now. "My father...he was sent to prison for what he'd done. And trust me, he'd done a lot. I miss my mother though. The rest of my family wouldn't take me in, they shunned me, because they somehow thought I'd caused all that mess. I wound up here, and that gun...a week after I lost my family, I tried to rob a store. I shot someone, dammit. I don't know why I kept it, but I did, and after the incident, I got sent to this damn program." I finally finish, having by now largely lost my composure.