<span style="color: #00FF00">"Um, I'd take from your silence that you don't know where Nikolai is either..... Hopefully, he went back to the train, and we have to get back to it too." Damon said, as if reading Jack's mind. Thinking of the train reminded Damon of his soda, he took it out of his pocket and took a swig.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #808080">Wolfgang looked at Violet, surprised that she thought what she thought. "I never hated you, Violet! I never hated what you were, but because so many other people probably did, you put yourself basically in a bubble, impervious to others. You wouldn't even let in people who liked you, even if they made it known, because, in your eyes, everyone despised you. As for the guns, they were just a precaution. I did properly learn to use them, not to kill anyone, especially you, but instead, to protect anyone who needed it, like you. You are not a freak, and neither is anyone else..." The last words were spoken in a memorable tone, like a life lesson.</span>