FanOfManyFandoms34 What inspired you to become what you've become?

David looked at Jack, trying and failing to get a read on his emotions.
"For me it was my sister, when we lived on the streets I had to protect us, I had to fight people just to keep Catherine safe, I found that I enjoyed causing pain, it gave me a rush like no other! When we became adults, my sister had found out about my violent tendencies after I had attempted to beat someone up for money, and she begged me to try putting my urges to good use, I found that the red army was having trouble with it's methods of torture, and here I am... had my sister not been there... I don't know what would've become of me," Jack explained.
"The seamstress must be proud of you," David smiled.
"Yes, I believe Catherine is, she just shows it in a strange way," Jack chuckled.
"What inspired me was my aunt! After my mom passed away, she took me in and cared for me, everytime I came home with bruises or cuts she'd patch me right up! Not to mention she refuses to get violent no matter what the scenario, and yet somehow it always works out for her, she taught me that violence solves nothing, and that without a medic, an army is useless! I spent the rest of my years studying medicine until I found out about the red army, now I have what I wanted I guess..." David trailed off.
"David, I assume you are about to rant about being useless to others, however that is not true in the slightest, I rip, you repair, without you my job might as well be a murderer," Jack chimed in.
"Uh... thanks?"
"You are quite welcome David,"
"I was just going to say I haven't visited my aunt in awhile..."
"...Oh,"