Getting caught bloodied from a job, having his father demand for an explanation was the last thing Sebastian wanted. It was bad enough he lived under the bãstàrd's roof still, getting caught made it worse.

He was proud of his job, proud that he started at the bottom and got to be second dangerous man in the world. Or in London, he wasn't quite sure anymore. He was an assassin, a gun for hire, a killer. And he was good at it.

But his oh so "good hearted" father saw it different. He couldn't even look at Sebastian after hearing that. He looked sick, hatred in his eyes. Disappointment in them too.

A monster. That was what his own son was to him. A monster.
No. He couldn't be the father to a monster. The man who he once called son was a monster.

Sebastian swore his heart shattered, and that any self pride he ever felt exploded in a self hating blaze. Why was he so hurt? Didn't he want out of this family?

Packing up his things, he left. He stayed with Severin for a long time. That was around the time the toxic way of coping came about.