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Kyo shook his head as the young girl tried to help him, not really wanting to drag people away from the demonstrations for this. Besides, the door wasn't [i]that[/i] far, was it? He could probably make it... No, who was he kidding, this was taking far too long. As the other boy who was called up arrived to help as well, he gave in and just accepted the assistance. It was a bit surprising how easily he handled the weight; even if he wasn't quite at the weight he figured he should be yet, he hadn't thought he was that light. Then again, there were two people supporting the weight, even if one of them was significantly smaller. 

As they were leaving the gym, he found himself distracted by the newcomer showing off his ability. Turning his head granted him a glimpse of the shadows he hated so much. The ones that kept him from sleeping so often when he was younger. A demon somewhat reminiscent of the ones that had haunted him in his previous home seemed to form around the kid. [i]Let me out! I don't want to be here, let me out! Auntie![/i] 

But even that old fear completely vanished at the sight of what else had been made with that power. That figure he sliced...like some sort of twisted parody of the crying goddess... 

It made him feel more numb than his own legs at that moment. A goddess, an actual [i]goddess[/i], had deigned to descend to this place where those gifted with no other fortune were lucky enough to have ended up instead of a ditch somewhere or worse. And yet people were still depraved enough to do nothing else but threaten her further after already having thoroughly upset her somehow. It was heartless. Heartless and unwise. 

As he was dragged out of the gym, he couldn't help but feel something colder than the melted ice sprout within him. Demons did exist outside of his mind. And they were here now, too. It almost kept him from hearing the two helping him down the hall completely, though he did eventually manage a slow nod to Josive when he finally registered the statement regarding his name. It was hard to offer a shaky half-smile back, but he was able to focus long enough try pointing to a door a little further down the hall away from the stairs. At least his legs were starting to feel something again.