Emporio shifts somewhat uncomforatably. His upbringing isn't a topic he's been ashamed of exactly, but it's at least one he knows to be something that brings all moods down, and for that matter makes everything incredibly awkward. "I...didn't really have the greatest influences growing up before this place," he admits in defense of his movie and book reference, only to grimace more as Joseph asks his more intense question. "...I..."

He panics, a little. "I mean, I'm pretty sure you're still around..! No one said you were...Gone or anything, I just..."

Breathing deep as he reigns in his tangents, his words, everything beyond his control, Emporio swallows. "...Before coming here, I knew Jolyne for three months, which we spent in the same building. She was 19. I... ...I was 11, at least until near the end."

There is a finality to that word. 'End'. He presses on.

"...I grew up, hiding inside Green Dolphin Penitentiary. That was where I met her. She couldn't have introduced me no matter how hard she tried."