Espio frowned. There was talk - there was always going to be talk. And he was used to that... but...

"Talking is not a crime. People can have their opinions and thoughts, but no matter how wrong they have the facts, it's not wrong to think - that's why I respond with words, not action... not until they turn it into a fight."

Tilts his head slightly, apparently a little amused. "And there was little twelve-year-old me beating up grown men for threatening to kill children for money."

Before that was hardly worth talking about. In that time, he'd either been too busy rebelling and claiming to be a thief despite being rubbish at it, or he just plain didn't remember it.