"You could defeat me . . . You just don't know it yet . . . I'm sorry" He said, then he got up and walked away. He was in a bit of a daze, not sure what to do at all. He found and empty seat at the way back of the car, hoping she wouldn't have to think about his if he was so far away. Sleep was creeping up on him, a rage always lead to exhaustion. Unsure of what to do, he just put his head in his hands and closed his eyes. Despite his exhaustion, he couldn't fall asleep, this feeling inside him would not be silenced. It was an ache to be close to Zebel, but he had to fight it off. He knew that no one would want to be near some thug from a slam. Shaking his head, he treid to think of something else, anything else, but his thoughts kept going back to her