John snapped to look at him and drew his fusion rifle, he held his aim steady. Did he know? How? Maybe he could smell her weakness. Who knows what strange abilities he has acquired through the Dark. John knew this wasn't the case, however he was not acting rationally. He needed to protect her. Get her help. The Aquilans would know someone. They would have to. He could save her. She wouldn't die. She can't. He lost to much already. "I won't let it happen again. Not again. This time I can save someone. Anyone. I don't want anyone else to die around me. I can save her. I can save her. I can. I will" Without realizing it, he began to voice his thoughts. His voice was unstable and his words were muddled. For the first time in years he was afraid. He feared losing her. So he would use his power and knowledge to save her. But he did not have near enough of either to do so. Eventually he stopped talking and slowly lowered his rifle. It dropped out his hands and he fell to his knees. Tears formed in his eyes and he pounded his fist on the ground again and again until his hand was bloody. After a while he just stopped and shifted to a sitting position. He slowly drew his Ghost, Averlia, out his satchel and gazed at it. The shell, comprised of pure Light, was now a crystal colored black. The eye was closed and she was not floating. To most it would seem like a dead Ghost but her initial spark was still active. "I don't know what's wrong with her. There was no event to trigger it. One minute she was fine and then she was... Like this"