"I remember a bit, just wasn't sure if it was real. Just pieces that don't fit in my life. Why? Did you know me?" She was a bit more interested now, and a bit of hopefullness was in her tone. Maybe these weren't fabrications. Maybe these were real memories she had. And maybe this person could tell her more about herself before she had died, and give her some idea of what kind of person she was before she died.

She was still new to the Typhoon, not quite close to any of them, really, certainly not enough to be privy to information such as what happened during captures, or pasts, simply listening quietly to Goldie.

To her, the Pitt was a stain among the clans. Even when she was in the Ascendents, and still being influenced by those darker forces, the Pitt was a group that held no respect. They instilled fear among others, yes, but it was through low means, torturing and taunting the groups to flaunt that power, like a child with a toy. And they didn't play fair. Mental manipulation, ganging up on people who just wanted to take their clanmates back, she had firsthand experience of the underhanded tactics that they used. She had gone there looking for a fight, to take back Oni, and ended up covered in blood and broken bones when she returned. Needless to say, any mention of the Pitt left a bad taste in her mouth.

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