"The short answer? I was young and angry. The philosopher's stone did not tie my soul to the mortal plane. Dead was dead, no chance at coming back. Any kindness or compassion in my soul was slowly killed off as I grew. Those orphanages were horrible places. Albus Dumbledore thought me a cruel bully at eleven. He never bothered to look into why. In my world, only the strong survived, or found someone stronger to protect them. I didn't know what it was but my magic made me strong." He gave her a smirk. "The indifference of the world isolated me. With no one to show me true kindness, love, or compassion, how could I learn? The idea of destroying another for my own gain didn't horrify me as it would another.