Logan had just come to his senses as Amber stood up. His mind was filled with memories of him and his parents, and how they would always fight. God, he was so foolish! They had only meant to guide him through life, give him the best they could. He was so naive as a child, he could hardly stand himself. And now, they were dead, and he could not tell them he was sorry for his ignorance. Now, though, he had to man up; he was going to survive, no matter what. He would make his parents proud.<br/><br/>Taking Amber's hand, he stood up and held her close, feeling nothing more important at the moment than to show her that he would stick with her to the end. They were friends; friends to the end. "Let's make a pact right now, all three of us," he said, tears still in his eyes. "Nothing is going to happen to us as long as we stay together; we are each other's weapons. Should one of us be in trouble, the other two shall back him up. Nothing shall break our friendship."