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"I'm confused, is harming oneself a part of Martian customs?" Dogma looked at Grey from the distant sewer darkness. Her eyes glowed at him, shining a light in his eyes. "Because that to me seems like a very inefficient custom." The boy looked crippled to her. His leg was clearly broken, but he still used his strength and power to try and walk. "Here," Dogma said extending her arm, "This is Omni-Gel. It will heal you."

She walks closer to the boy. As she does, her suit's ear-piece speaks. "Dogma." Scourge said from the communicator, "Ignore the news. Destroy your communicator and go into hiding. The White House has been attacked. Foreigners everywhere, aliens like us, are being arrested and taken into questioning. I have something very valuable that I must not lose. Leave the city or planet if you have to, just don't come looking for me. If you get follow me, I'll be risked getting compromised. Good luck Padawan, we may not meet again."

And the communicator cut off. To be honest, Dogma wasn't worried about Scourget, she was more concerned about the boy in front of her. "Are you alright human?" She asked.