Everything was going to hell in a hand basket and nothing felt right. Being the least important person in the room actually worked out in Johnny's favor as he slipped out of the crowding room, finding a high ledge to sit on away from the oppressive air. While it didn't stop the negative energies from following him the open air helped ease Johnny's frayed nerves, the swaying of his legs over empty air stitching him together somewhat. He'd never seen Aqua like that before, so vulnerable. She was always so composed, so strong and sure. [i][color=0054a6]"I guess even the strongest castles eventually."[/color][/i] he thought to himself, idling pulling out a box of smokes from his jacket and lighting it. A deep drag released a thick cloud of sickly sweet smoke, swirling in the air before fading away completely.

The sun was just beginning to bleed into the sky, soon the sun would be in full set and color would fill the sky. He thought he would wait and watch it, Autumn always had the best sunsets and he doubted that this one would be an exception. And so it went, history getting put on repeat as demons got lost in a cloud of smoke.