"I'm not that good with weapons either. I picked up a sword once it was over in less than 5 seconds. But just because you're not good with weapons doesn't mean you cant protect yourself. Besides, women in my world? And my family? They're the ones who do the fighting."

It was a little switched up wasn't it? Chris was a protector and guide but not a fighter. "If you ever meet a woman with the last name Halliwell? You can trust them. They'll teach you how to protect yourself. Also that's bullshit. What you were fed about women not wielding weapons and just bearing children. And kind of super gross." Disgusting. It was disgusting.

He took another bite of his donut to distract himself, give him time to come up with the words he was looking for. "I remember dying. I remember fading away from existence. A time period I wasn't supposed to be in. I..." he paused trying to figure out where to start his story. "I went back in time to try and save my family. And I I died before I could finish it. I was stabbed by someone I trusted. I knew he was dangerous. I just didn't....I didn't think."