I could see in the mirror that he was a teenager, like myself. He seemed distant, as if somebody would hurt him if he got too close.
"I'm not going to bite you, you know," I said quietly.
He chuckled and pulled his hood off, running his hand through his wet, short brown hair. "I know. You just seem... like you want to be left alone."
"What I really want is my sister back, but that's not going to happen. So a strange teenage boy driving me to who-knows-where will be good enough for now. By the way, where are you taking me?"
"To train. You're important to all of this."
"And 'all of this' is... what?"
I don't know why, but his presence made me feel slightly better, despite the fact that my sister had just died and I had just run away from home to go hide under a bush. But still. He was nice.
"What's... your name?" I asked him. "You already seem to know mine."
"Matthew," he said.
"Matthew," I repeated. "I like that name."