As his dream came to its end the tears coming from it not any pain. His mind began coming up with conclusions. You are not fighting around or against Tristan for Silvia or yourself. Your fighting for everyone on this planet. So that no more people will suffer the loss. Your Surgery is over now open your eyes and get up. Ailen opened his eyes. The dream breathed fire into his eyes as he was reminded why he had not given up so far. He rose up whipping the tears from his eyes. He then looked to Marx and rose a fist up towards him to bump. "Sorry for earlier. Wanted this done and over with as soon as I got here. I apologize. My name is Ailen Maeyridith, 1st officer of security under Craig. Pleasure to meet you." He said. Not realizing he was using his new arm to do the fist bump. Once the fist bump occurred he retracted his fist.

         Ailen looked at the new arm feeling it down with his fingers. The metal was smooth and soft to the touch. He tapped at it feeling its strength as well. He then began testing it out, moving it around in circles and opening the palm of his hand and closing it. He then noticed something. The arm was powered by a crystal, not by any crystal, a black shard. He looked over to Marx and then back at it. Well she knows what she was doing so if she thinks it will work then it will. He looked to a reflection seeing the full extent of his arm. It reached his shoulder and more. He did not mind though. It kind of made him look more cool ,and possibly intimidating to the right person. He nodded and looked over at the sleeping Silvia,.... he smirked and walked over and moved to a crouching position. He brushed some hair from her face and stared. She looked so beautiful asleep. He wondered what she dreamed about or if she ever dreamed at all. Either way she was more lucky then him. Everytime he closed his eyes that same dream over and over. He didn't reject the dream though. He deserved it. "I have failed to women now,.... first my sister, and now her." He said rising up. He looked down at Silvia. "You deserve a better man Silvia,... you will get a better man." added. She was asleep and then looked back at her handy work. 
 
     "You know,...as special as this arm is now, seeing as it was installed and put in place from her sweat and tears, I think it is only fair and even special that she be the only one who operates on it." He said to particularly no one. Wouldn't stop Marx from jumping in though if he had to. He then sighed and bent down and lifted her up softly and carefully. "Let's take her to her room,..." He said and made for the door. He used his artificial arm to pick up her tools and place them in his pocket. He then carefully pulled out the bottle of pills. He could already feel his body harmonizing with the arm. He didn't need these anymore. He tossed them to Marx. The powers he used even for the small things, came less of a strain, more smoother now then anything. He wondered what he could do now with this black shard of hers. His abilities would have increased and his arm as a amplifier for it.... [i]Will have to further test it out later.[/i] He thought. He then looked to Marx, "So you will be my replacement for awhile,... I honestly like this better. Well not completely because I don't get to be by her anymore, but right now I get to watch [i]Them[/i]..." He said referring to the twins. He shook the thought and waited for Marx to enter the elevator. He then took the elevator up to her quarters. Once they felt the elevator go up, he blocked out the camera, not wanting anyone to see the T1 Silvia in a weak state. Even if it was just her sleeping. When they got to her level, he stepped out and let the camera resume its capture of the elevator and then into her chambers he went. He trekked to where he found her bed. He then placed her down and covered her. He then looked to Marx, "Well you best go up and join Craig up there. With a extra set of eyes watching the twins I will be much happier."

      He then sighed, then again those two didn't even have to talk, they could be communicating with Tristan, one turning off the field that prevented powers from being used. The other to speak. Or they both held down the field while he got a transmission sent off. Maybe it was just him being paranoid, but then again Silvia doesn't like them either. He then exited her room and into the living room. He took the couch and then looked around. He wondered if there was someway he could make sure he got up before she did. He then looked to Marx to see if he had left yet. "Hey Marx, if you can wake me up three hours before the normal time for a tower 1 lead would normally." He said,... "Please,.."  He then waited for a response, once he heard it, he moved to her couch and laid in it. He stood at the ceiling for only a few seconds before sleeping again.