Sage frowned and shook his head. "I have her hair....I dimly remember her hair," he thought out loud. "And I can remember dad smashing her head against the floor," he added with a slight wrinkle of his nose. "But that's all." It was odd there was nothing about her in the files. "She was obviously a werewolf," he added, but he just knew that because his father wasn't and he was.

Sage hummed with a soft nod. "Got fed up about something...I don't remember much about the agrument," he admitted. "He was always drunk and mad about something," he added with a shake of his head.

Sage reached over to pat her leg and offer her a soft smile. "Its alright," he noted softly. "It doesn't affect me as much anymore as it used to," he added. "It just reminds me of what to be careful of becoming." If he were to ever become like his father....drinking, gambling, always angry. He had to potential to be incredibly dangerous. He liked to keep that in mind, to keep himself level headed in bad situations.

Sage hummed softly, hoping she was right. He squeezed her hand and offered her a grin though. "Not with you here to kick my ass if I do something even remotely stupid," he snickered lightly.