"Party of the year, huh?" Everything about Kavinsky feels coated in the oily stain of pain. His gift for manipulating emotions lets him pick up on what other people are feeling. He can't read thoughts, he doesn't actually feel the emotion like an empath would. Just knows what it is, especially when it is strong or loud.

There is a quick shrug of his broad shoulders, lips tug down in a soft frown. "I remember where I am from, my life. But, I think I was some place else before here. It's weird to explain...it's like when you wake up and know you had a dream but can't really remember what it was. Could just be a feeling though. Trying to sort it out."

Good and evil, right and wrong, it's all complicated. "Think we're all one bad decision away from being the villain in some one's story, right? What one person thinks is justice another might think is revenge or cruelty." Ash takes it one day at a time, one decision at a time. Lives in that gray area between good and evil knowing there are choices he might have to make that could take him in either direction.

"So, what'll it be, sweetheart? Truth or dare?"