"You? Kill Ferid?" Devon frowned. "I know you hate him for what he did, Aya, but let me be the voice of reason for you. It's a very narrow minded goal. Even if it were possible, I would hope that you had something else to live for besides revenge, because when it is over, you have to have some reason to keep going on. What you keep overlooking is that you have an *immortal* life. If killing Ferid is the only thing you plan on doing with it, then you should just kill yourself now. It'd be just as meaningful. Think about that." 

Devon puts his hands in his pockets and started walking away. He liked Aya. He really did. That's why it was difficult to see her suicidally sulk all the time. He had to remind himself that she was still an infant, not even an adult by human standards. 

He kept on walking, now focusing his mind on other things. There were humans all too close to the city, and he at least was going to keep proper tabs on them. He left the city and passed through the wilds to spy on the humans. What were they up to?