Camille hesitated. "Well, my sense of humor is quite hard to match with. I tend to have a more...darker sense of humor. Pain is quite amusing, don't you think?" she asked, smirking. "Though I have noticed you become quite more tense when speaking about the past. May I inquire why that is?" she asked innocently.

"Sometimes I can't stand that guy." I say about my brother. I look at Camille. "I was in an accident and can't remember. I try to remember, but I can't. The he shows up." I point to Haru. "He can remember and has to rub my face in it. No one understands what I'm going through."

I throw my arms up and walk away, "Bitch!" I say as I walk back to my brother. "Well I can help you with that if you just ask!"

Camille thought for a moment. "If you want me to, I could also understand. I have...some telapathic abilities that are still being trained by Erik. But I have them regardless. May I take a look of your past?"

I look at Haru. "Knowing you you will have a smart ass attitude about it." I look at Camille. "Be my guest."

I smirk, and go back to my shopping. Hey! It's my top! Or, it's just like it. Perfect.

Camille got to her feet and walked over to Kale cautiously. "Relax and don't do anything stupid," she muttered as she lifted her hands to his temples. She closed her eyes.

Images swirled through her mind; painful and sad images. The memories were starting to become to much and she opened her eyes gasping for breath.

"That bad huh?" I ask when I saw Camille gasping for breath.

"I wasn't going to be a smart ass! and your child hood wasn't that goddanm bad!" I look down. "Dad spoiled your ass unlike me! He hated me because of what I have!"

I look at Haru. "And what do you have that would make him hate you?"

"I have his DNA! I'm like him, unlike you! you are like my mom!"

"And why would you being like him make dad hate you? If you want to get technical I have his DNA too."

"But you don't have the power I do! you don't have the power of the leech! I don't know why he hated me okay! but you were his favorite!"

"Maybe it was just your imagination that he hated you. I don't see why he would." I shrug. "But what do I know?"

"I have the marks to prove it!" I turn around and left my shirt showing my back with the scars.