"I'm about to. Sit."
He takes a deep breath
"Ok so...here's what they don't tell you when you're a good kid with a strong quirk-or no quirk at all. There are some people...some kids, just like them-who just-can't control their quirks. Whether it's because the quirk is too strong, or comes with too many side affects or even just because they're too weak to manage it. They call those kids Volatiles...and they do whatever it takes to eradicate them at any cost-before they can become a threat. I'm...one of those kids."
"My dad was like me-he was unstable too...my parents spent their whole lives hiding but they-they got caught when I was young...I-I still don't...fully know how I escaped. That part's a blur but...I do know that I've been running ever since. I can't-I can't let them catch me...t-they'll treat me like a lab rat-keep me imprisoned for my entire life-run experiments on me trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me and I can't-I won't-"
He's shaking, panicked