[OOC: Ah, no worries. It's a big question.]
This wasn't unexpected. Keefe was so important in his life that it was hard to imagine him ever having survived without her. Not because of the circumstances that allowed them to meet, but because the life that had been set out for him was as crushingly hopeless as it could possibly get. This wasn't so much an eembarassing topic or even so much a sensitive one, since he mentioned her a bunch of times already, but...it was deep. Well, why not? It's a nice day. Story time.
"When I first met Keefe, I didn't get her either. I'd never seen anything like her before and hadn't really spoken to anyone - let alone a woman - in years. If there is a more perfect example of being out of my depth, I haven't seen it. She came out of nowhere, knocked everybody out, and proceeded to tell me if I didn't calm down that everyone would die because of my power. Confused does not even begin to explain my feelings. I was curious and grateful...and yet scared. She was an assassin and she wasn't even human."
He remembered that time, trying to get a handle on the moment, but Keefe remaining on the upper hand It wasn't that she'd been trying to be mysterious, just so direct that it was off-putting.
"I've mentioned already, things like that about her. The thing is, when she's not being that way, she's been very nice and completely unwilling to talk about herself and her work. I had to pretty much accept that she'd go out and kill people, and then come home after a few days to just get back to what she was doing, like it was nothing. That night she came back from the vampire attack was the only time she spoke directly about those things, like she'd been protecting me from having to worry about it."
And in a way, it worked. She'd always come back and he had never imagined her not coming back. It was probably what drove her to make it back home so desperately, that he needed to know what befell her instead of never seeing her again.
"But still, the truth is that she can do a great deal. With Ferromancy, anything involving metal is easy, and she's actually world-class at needle-and-thread. That mantle of mine? Her doing. Sometimes, I think she wants to just do simple jobs around town and be happy, but she can't be that way because she hates people who ruin it for everyone else."
He'd said alot, but by the look of things, he was trying to figure out how to say what else he knew, what else he thought. It took him a bit of thinking to word it out in his head, then...
"I've always been unsure about how I feel about her. We're close. Let's not deny that. After beating me in training, she'd comfort me, encourage me, and not simply like a teacher. She cared. I think... Well... Okay, while she was out, I'd been...you know...curious. She didn't lock her room and she didn't tell me not to, so naturally one day I was in her room... I think someone took Keefe in when she was younger, because there was a drawing - a good one - of this old woman, reminded me of someone's grandmother. I think Keefe and I are both alike. We're both strays, trying to be something more."