"the rest you know I suppose. As to what do I want?" He said, and paused thoughtfully. Her hands stopped at a few points during his tale, particularly during the drunken stupor and his torture at the hands of the Klan. She could have laughed. He was tortured, just as she had been. Just for breathing. His wasn't as deprived but she was a woman, that was to be expected. She began to work the muscle's out yet again. "I'm not sure, I just kinda take things day by day. But getting rich could never hurt eh," He said and found it within him to chuckle, turned to her with a wink that made her smile softly. "I guess though that eventually I'd like to find a quiet place to live out my days where I'm not pressured to change who I am to fit into 'society'," He told her. "But until then, I'm feeling good right here." He said and she was quiet for a long moment before she turned, angling herself so she could reach up, placing her hand on his jaw and bring it up so she could kiss him. It was a quick kiss but it lingered a moment before she pulled away resting forehead to forehead. "You managed to find the one person in the world, who lived your tale." She said softly. "I'd tell you my story, all of it if you wanted, but you already know it, you've lived it, different means, same ends." She said, with a rueful chuckle. "You asked me to trust you, and to be honest, I didn't want to, I was afraid because I didn't know you, but I trusted you anyway, I didn't know why, but I said yes, because it was true, perhaps it because I knew you all along..." She said, pulling back and looking him in the eyes. As if seeing him truly for the first time. "Two sides of the same fucked up coin." She said and a smirk touched her lips. "We really do all have our scars."