<span style="font-style: italic">Abandon them...</span>Those two words echoed hollowly inside of Anton.<span style="font-style: italic">Me? Abandon them? Did I? Could I have done more to stay by their sides? Is there something more I can still do?</span>Clearly Anton was far more sensitive and easy to reach then Talon, which seemed odd to him considering vampires are supposed to be the emotionless ones of the two. Still in all the time that had gone by Anton had never once thought that he'd been the one to abandon them. If at the time he'd seen any way to be with them at their last moments, he would have taken it! Oh, would he have taken it!<span style="font-style: italic">Could I really have been with them? Was there any way?</span>Anton was silent, lost deep in these torturous thoughts. The very idea was agonizing. He found himself slipping away from the conversation, falling deeper into his memories, looking for just one possibility he might have missed.<br/><br/>There was one, just one. When Silvia, his betrothed and beloved, died. So many things in her life had been going wrong and she'd taken herself to a river to drown. If he'd known in time, he could have entered the sonic zone and come to save her. But who was to know if she'd let him, or even remember him. After all, at the time, she'd be seventy-four. But still, there had been a chance, and he'd missed it! Anton felt something boil up inside of him that he'd rarely ever experienced; anger. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.<br/><br/>"There was one chance, and I missed it." he said in an almost inaudible voice. He didn't care if they were watching him, a tear rolled down his cheek as he reached for the streetlight pole beside him. With one hand he grabbed it and it crumpled like aluminum foil. "There was a chance and I didn't see it. I'm so sorry Silvia," he said in that same almost silent voice, the pain of the loss resurfacing after so long.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm a fool!</span>his mind shouted and the street pole was now rather crooked and less than two inches around where he was suffocating it.<br/><br/>Anton almost never used his strength on the command of emotions, he was usually calm and in control, but he felt so... probably just like Talon feels right now, he realized. Anton let go of the pole and stood still, shadows hiding his face. These were just past emotions coming back to light. What Talon was feeling was still raw and extremely painful. Anton felt that now was Talon's time, his time had passed long ago. He had to be strong right now, and not just like what he did to the pole. This time he turned to Talon with much more resolve and emotion behind his words. "I want to help you find them. As long as they're out there and need you," he looked up with ferocity in his eyes. Even if Talon couldn't see it, Anton felt as though he could feel it. "You are<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>expendable."