Kyrin sat on the staircase continuing to look forward. He listened intently as the boy spoke, but he was lost in his own mind as he did so. When the boy mentioned guns being used as weapons, Kyrin couldn't help but smile. After he finished speaking, Kyrin realized he agreed with pretty much everything he had said. "I mean... you're right about the whole chaotic-crossfire deal. Being caught in one of those, where every single muscle movement could cost you your life? That would suck. But at the same time, the nature of my kind is to transcend our biological restraints. So pain, death, and all that? It's no big deal." Kyrin then looked to the boy, "I don't mean to say we're immortal, I'm sure everyone has different fears and all." Kyrin shrugged, "But as far as I can tell, this shouldn't be such a big deal. I mean, I'm no battle-hardened veteran, and with all due respect, you and the others don't look like any either, as intimidating as we look with our shirts off." He said the last bit with a more mocking tone.

"I'm Ky, by the way," Kyrin said with his hand held out towards the newcomer.