his eyes narrowly focus on the man and the woman talking. he can still hear people talk of his name. frequently hearing things like. is that the hero of will and strength. no cant be hes dead. he wonders who he truely is. his head sturs with emotions and mixed feelings. he grasps a hold of the mug on the table and squeezes it tight shattering it into a million pieces. "sorry. i dont know my own strength yet" he truly has no clue what hes capable of.