"You don't want to know about me, trust me," Jeremy said, chuckling a bit, amused at how straight forward Yoshiko was being. Looking into Yoshiko's pleading eyes, something broke down inside of him, did this girl really want to get to know him? If she did, she wouldn't like what she would hear.
"Fine," Jeremy said motioning for her to follow him so they could talk on without interruption or eavesdropping. "I was abandoned when I was young, forced to survive of the streets. I'm wanted for several charges, all theiving. I'm a criminal," Jeremy admitted, but something in his voice hinted that the title of "criminal" he put on himself was a false title. In the back of his mind he knew he wasn't a criminal, if he didn't depend on the stuff he stole he wouldn't be doing it at all, and would be out there catching the theives. "I steal because my life depends on it. Before I was thrown in this dimension I had just stolen a loaf of bread from a baker. I have no money, and I've spent all my life literally living on garbage and living in a cardboard box," Jeremy added, a deep resent for his livings obvious in his voice.
'Is that who I am? Am I truly who I said I was? There has to be more to me! THERE HAS TO BE!' his mind shouted at him as he ended what he was saying. Tormoil over what he just said showed heavily in his expression as he walked on.
"I guess that explains why I'm dressed like this," Jeremy said weakly, looking down at the rags he wore, a lump forming in his throat, utterly repulsed by what he had become, and now that he had time to consider what he was doing, it was all wrong. He never considered it before, since he didn't have time or the lesiure to. It was either steal or die.