"Sought my way out of losing the scant few pieces I had left. My name, and my desire to kill - kill who did this to me, kill any who stood in my way. I worked to survive, in the simplest terms, so I could recover who I was."

And everything else had flowed from there.

"What has returned of my past has been hard won and soaked in the blood of others. I have glimpses enough to have certainty that there is nothing within it that is otherwise."

And what do you call such a past? What do you call the bearer of such?

"I believe I need not say that should these facts become well known, it would reflect poorly not just on myself, but on everyone else I arrived with." Thus, discretion. Caution. And a look in her eyes that says if Jean tells, she will create some form of hell for them.