Vangelos lowered his head into his hand. Already things weren't looking to good, and they barely made it five feet off the train. Vanglos walked up to the doors and closed them, hopefully if he remained inside the train he stood a better chance of surviving. Still he wished he had someone more social to talk to. He gazed out the window and watched as the two groups walked farther and farther away. He wished he could help them, but right now he was too incompetent to do much of anything. He thought back to a conversation he once had with his adopted father and master, Adriel back when he was still a young boy.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">--Flashback--</span><br/>Fireflies drifted lazily about in the moonlight as Vangelos sat outside watching the ocean waves gently crash against the shore. The taste of peaches filled his mouth as he greedily stuffed his face. Adriel sat beside him in the sand.<br/>“Why? Why is it impossible?” Vangelos asked.<br/>“Listen to what you’re saying. You want to be able to save every single person out there.” Adriel retorted sharply.<br/>“What’s wrong with that? I was going to die and you saved me so why is it impossible? If you were able to help me out then you should be able to help other people out too.”<br/>“There’s one thing you’re not getting. When you save one life you’re generally not able to save another.”<br/><span style="font-style: italic">--Flashback--</span><br/><br/>"I'm old enough now to get what he was trying to say. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it. I mean sometimes when something terrible happens, it’s true that you can only save a handful of people no matter how hard you try, but that doesn't mean its okay. Helping other people out is our responsibility and no matter what I’m going to live by that." Vangelos thought to himself.