Alan would feel a hand gently pat onto his shoulder. "Calm down," Alex said, softening his voice. "No, you didn't kill him. He cut and ran after I gave him a<span style="font-style: italic">'talking to'</span>." Granted it was one that involved breaking the guy's arm and possibly a few ribs, as well as pinning him to the wall with a kick. But the kid didn't need to know any of that. "And I'm not going to judge you. You haven't done anything to deserve it, and I'm not one of those idiots who don't see Sykers for what they are. Humans, human beings with their own thoughts, feelings, hopes, and dreams. Way I see it, you're just a kid who needs someone right now." The man smiled. "It's always been my personal belief that if you have strength, then you should use it to help those who are more vulnerable then you are.<span style="font-style: italic">That</span>is the responsibility of the strong."