[The telling of this story probably wouldn't count as a decent conversation by most people's standards, but Callisto relishes telling it anyway. Talking about it out loud cuts into her even more than simply remembering it does, but it's a price she's well willing to pay for the satisfaction of spreading the knowledge of Xena's crimes across the multiverse.]

When I was a little girl, I lived with my family in a small village. Life was good. We were happy.

[She twists her fingers into the sleeve of her shirt, agitated.]

Until the day Xena and her army showed up and burned the place to the ground, of course. That did put a damper on things - peaceful villages and happy families are no match for flames that consume anything in their path. I got to watch everyone I knew and loved die screaming.