Jag shook his head, frowning at the idea. "I haven't used my birth name in years. I... It's taken me a while to become someone I kind of like. I don't want anyone tracking me down. And I like being off the grid. I don't know..." He paused, chewed on the inside of his cheek for a second, then looked back up at Val. He wanted him to open up; here he went. "When my fire first came out, it jumped on my foster father. I ran and I didn't look back." He had no idea whether the man had survived, or whether the police might not want him for it.
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Date: 2015-11-26 11:51 pm (UTC)