1. I wouldn't ask me that, if I were you.
2. Maybe I'll only stay a minute, because that is approximately the time it takes for me to feel uncomfortable, intimidated, inexplicably overwhelmed with irrational shyness that doesn't know where to put my hands or arrange my features so the sooner I'm alone with myself, the better. Maybe I'll stay longer, because I trust you, because you make me smile, because I want to be around you and when I am I don't feel that frightening shyness, I can use my hands and speak freely, and I'll stay because you are staying and I will stay as long as you let me. Then there are the places I always stay. I don't know whether it's because I don't know how to say goodbye or the things I stay for don't politely tell me it's time to leave. Sometimes they give me reasons to stay, but I only need one, and that's what it is that's worth staying for.
3. I'm not brutal, I'm not inanimate, I'm not built to kill the killers, and justice means little to me.
4. I prefer a charcoal-dust-pale-deep grey, I prefer the colour of thunder and realisation.
5. No, because I don't know where I'm going and the people that always stay and let me stay always can help me along the way to who I could be, can be, want to be. I'm not alone and neither are you.