Ric put his arm on Zemblo's shoulder. He had never seen it cry before. Zemblo had always been so strong, calm and collected, always in control of every emotion. Now it was weeping like a child, like someone who had boasted of its own tricks and talents only to be beaten by a memory.<span style="font-style: italic">What would someone say in a situation like this? I've never had to deal with something like this before.</span><br/><br/>"I'm sorry Zemblo...I know it must be hard for you to watch something like that. I wish there was something I could do."