I suppose that is true. I guess I just have trouble accepting anonymous gifts, especially when they seem to be from my captors. There is usually an ulterior motive to these things.

[And as much as he feels better having his daggers at his side, he hates that this place has made them something of a suspicion.

When he hears about the car, a look of realization comes over his face.]

I believe I saw that car once. With the one who claims he’s an angel. There was something strange about that car. I could’ve sworn it drove itself a bit. I did not think automobiles could do that.