When Meko saw the food was ready he moved over to it and made himself a plate too. God. It smelled soooooooo good. It looked awesome too. He wondered if the guy learned to cook like that from being in the military. He took his food and a fork. Sitting down on the floor when he noted there was no table. He didnâ€™t feel like standing so he sat on the floor. He started eating. He loved the veggies. Something about veggies always tasted good. He actually loved almost every kind of veggie. Except for eggplant for example. He kept eating and veggies were all gone. He hadnâ€™t realized just how starving he was until he wasnâ€™t in a flight and fight for his life. He hated hurting people. He really did. He felt so bad he killed that guy. Yet if he hadnâ€™t heâ€™d have hurt and or killed Taylor. Guy was the leader in a way. He hoped that Taylor understood he was looking up to him like a soldier would their commanding officer.<br/><br/>He listened as Taylor spoke. Nodding his head and sighed. â€œYeah...they wouldnâ€™t have meant it to. What I donâ€™t get is how people could blindly follow the government like that. I understand that at times there was people who did that. Yet there was always groups of people who questioned everything that the government did or said. Reporters for example. Do you guys even have reporters and media?â€ He asked. Looking at Taylor as he began to chow down on the steak. Stabbing it and lifted it up. He was too hungry to cut it into pieces right now. Still he ate with manners. He felt like he hadnâ€™t eaten in a long time. He probably hadnâ€™t. He stopped eating and looked at Taylor. â€œWhat year is it Taylor?â€<br/><br/>He looked down as Taylor spoke again. He knew the man was right. He bit his lower lip. He had a valid point. He needed to figure out how to keep himself safe. He hung his head a bit. He knew he was right. He was jumping too far too fast. It was just...he couldnâ€™t stand the way this world had become. He wanted it to be a better place. Yet...he learns that the world is actually a much worse place then it had been in his time. He had thought it bad back in his time. War. Losing the ozone layers. Though he noticed the ozone layers seemed to be repaired somehow. That was an invention Scino had created. A type of spray or what have you that you shot into the air and little by little it would fix the holes that humanity had began to put in their ozone layers. He was certain it had gotten quite humid until the principle was actually applied.<br/><br/>Slowly he nodded his head. â€œYou right captain. You right. I was making huge leaps. It just...pisses me off and makes me feel for the people of this country. Of this world. I loved my country so much. I didnâ€™t always agree with their idiocy but...never in my life did I imagine it would go this way. That it would become this bad. That things would go so far downhill we were worse off than the cavemen or the people of the Dark Ages. Heck...even in the Dark Ages there was some amount of rights. Some amount of a trial. Sure most often those trials you lost but at least they gave you one. I didnâ€™t even get one. I was automatically guilty without even being told what it was that I had done. That...that just isnâ€™t right.â€ he sighed a bit. â€œSo much...was fought for. So much...was won over the years that America was created. And yet...everything was seemingly lost and gone further than lost. It...saddens and angers me.â€<br/><br/>He fell silent for a moment as he thought over things. He knew he needed to learn more about the new world aka the current time he was in. He needed to adjust and adapt to it. To learn more about it. He had to. He needed to have the knowledge on his side so he could be of use. So he could fix this country. Restore it to its former glory if not even better than it had been. He focused in on the next thing the man said. â€œThere is...you are living proof that there is. Small amount or not...it is a seed that can be spread and planted through out the minds of others. If you didnâ€™t have any humanity left youâ€™d have left me to die. Not risked your life to save some teenager you donâ€™t even know. Let alone know anything about. Humanity is what enables you to fight and be strong yet compassionate and empathetic to others. It is what tells you what is right or wrong. It is what leads people to usually save anotherâ€™s life and another person if they are able. If there was no humanity left...you wouldnâ€™t have let me live. Youâ€™d have killed me.â€ He pointed out.<br/><br/>He nodded his head as Taylor spoke on the technology. â€œThey probably destroyed it or something. Wouldnâ€™t surprise me. Something like that could be considered dangerous if in the hands of those who would use it to their advantage...or something like that.â€ He shrugged a bit. â€œIt wasnâ€™t that big of an invention either. Just a really cool idea.â€ He admitted softly. He resumed eating. He was a bit tired now but not enough he was going to suddenly fall over and crash.<br/><br/>He blinked at the next words that Taylor said. Protect himself...in his human aka fae form? He listened as the man continued on. He made valid points. He sighed a bit. â€œIâ€™m a defensive and evasive fighter. I donâ€™t know anything about being an offensive fighter when I am not a wolf.â€ he said softly. He stared at the floor when he looked down at it. Still chewing on the steak some. â€œI understand what you are saying though...about needing to learn to fight in an offensive way in my human form. We can just call it my human form. I refer to it as that.â€ He lightly rubbed the bruise on his shoulder from the gunâ€™s kick back. â€œHeck...I donâ€™t even really know how to shoot a gun. All I could do was base it off the movies and what they were holding it like. I got a lucky shot when I shot the guy who wouldâ€™ve killed you from behind. And...and I killed him. I have never killed anyone. It is a very horrible feeling. Know...you are humanish like they are human...that you are the one who took their life.â€<br/><br/>He sighed a bit. â€œI donâ€™t know how you can do it. Be able to kill them like that. Probably due to you being in the military. It comes with the territory. Me...Iâ€™ve never as a human and not the wild beast...taken a life. Never hurt anyone...until today.â€ he looked up. â€œIt was necessary yet I feel awful that I had to do that. In order to survive. In order to have your back. To be a good ally and not a liability...â€ he trailed off. He thought for a moment. â€œI am willing to learn though captain. Teach me...I will listen. I will learn. I will take it to heart. Teach me to be a true combative. Since as you said...I canâ€™t rely on turning wolf all the time. It is a slow and painful process. As well you are right...if the guarian wolf spirit is summoned and fighting elsewhere it will not be able to just stop that and save my butt.â€ He fell silent. â€œSo...I have to learn to be offensive. In order to survive and continue to be a worthy and helpful ally.â€<br/><br/>He finished his steak and fought to not rub his eyes with a fist like he usually did. He had cute moments and that was one of them. He tried to stifle the yawn but couldnâ€™t. The cute sounding yawn escaped his lips. He was tired. â€œYeah. You right. Tonight...tonight we need to R and R. Rest and relax. Who knows how long we will be able to have time to do such a thing.â€ He took the plate to the sink. Another cute sounding yawn leaving his lips. He ended up rubbing his eyes with a fist and stretching. He was tired. So much happened. So much action. So much physical activity that was unlike anything he had ever had to do before. He was drained. â€œWhere you want me to sleep captain?â€ He asked beofre another cute sounding yawn escaped his lips. â€œIâ€™m not out of shape but Iâ€™ve never had to do physical activity like that before. Iâ€™m beat.â€ he admitted.<br/><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Frank shook as the man came forwards. He tried to take aim to fire but his damn finger just would not pull the trigger. He was panicking. He heard tales of the things this dangerous man did to those who failed him or pissed him off. He was sweating bullets out of terror and nervousness. He watched the man wrench the gun from him. Then stared in amazed horror as the man systematically disassembled the gun and put the pieces in his hands. THat had taken the man a minute tops. What the hell was this guy? He shook and couldn't. Hell he had the training but not the skills to systematically put it back together like Phantom had taken it apart. He gulped as he stepped backwards with Phantom's every step forwards. Paling even more. He felt the hard brick wall pressing into his back. He gulped. Perhaps he was right. He was incompetant. "But the kid wasn't a damsel in distress. The damn kid was a guy!" He cried out. He did not see how Taylor would see a male as a damsel in distress. He winced at the venomous sarcasm dripping from the man's very tone. He paled even more. "I...I misunderstood. I thought you just wanted him dead. Di-didn't realize I was supposed to to do it myself." He stammered out in terror. He knew the man was right. "I'm sorry. Give me one more chance. I'll kill the boy myself." He said in terror and begging the man. He flinched and looked even paler at Xander's next actions. "N-no..." He said in a quivering and rippling voice that dripped and oozed the man's terror and dread. He was almost certain he was going to die. Everyone who failed the Phantom died. Its why many tried very hard not to come into his radar. He shook his head. He shook hard. He was literally looking like he could shit his pants or pee on himself without a moments notice. He gulped and his breathing was eratic. Another sign of fear. His heart was pumping so fast he could hear it in his ears. Yet another sign of fear. This man practically oozed his fear from the very pores from which he was sweating bullets. "Please...please give me one more chance." He begged fearfully.