"There were four of them, but I kind of think of him and Ghoul as my dads, I guess?" she says, her hand tightening a little in his as she thinks about everything she's lost. "Ghoul was like, the only other person I'd go to except Poison when I was clingy. Jet was amazing - calm, quiet, the best guitarist I've ever seen. Kid was Poison's brother and he was really, really quiet, but he told the best stories." A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "I remember more since I've seen him again. It's weird, like...It opened a door in my head or something?" She frowns. "That doesn't even make sense." She feels odd, suddenly, self-conscious. "You know, they didn't even give me a name? Suppose it just didn't occur to a bunch of teenage revolutionaries that they were supposed to name this kid they ended up with. So they just used to call me Girl."