Cissnei took a deep breath. The only other person who knew was Reno and that was because he was trying to find what he could bribe her with when she first joined the Turks. "This conversation or whatever you want to call it stays between us." She wasn't asking, she was telling. If this got out... well Zack could use his imagination.

She rubbed the temples of her forehead, wondering where exactly should she start. This was already seeming like a bad idea but if this was some kind of deep, psychological trauma she wasn't aware of, she had to start somewhere by addressing it. "I'm going to regret this," she muttered. "Okay, when I was... younger I guess would be the right word, there was a boy that lived nearby who would almost every week give me a bar of dark chocolate. He was too sweet to me and his parents hated that he would play with me. I keep smelling dark chocolate like the one he used to give me and I keep thinking of that and I have no idea why besides me losing my mind." There. That was it. Zack didn't need to know the finer points of the story.

Cissnei sighed deeply. "I can't believe I just told you that." As proud as she was for having told someone else besides a fellow Turk about herself, Cissnei was still upset with herself.

"Great, that didn't work," she snapped when she smelled the dark chocolate. "That was useless."