His phone buzzes, and he looks at it though eyes blurred with tears. [i]We should talk.[/i] He slowly, carefully, types back, [i]Why? About what?[/i] He looks at the text, then erases it, typing [i]About what? It won't change anything.[/i] He sends the new text, and stares blankly at his phone, almost hoping that the fact that, as he's a Dimigod, using an electronic device would summon monsters. He huddles in the darkness, waiting on her response. He looks up at her as she flies down, and closes his black eyes. "What better place is there for a reject then a filthy allyway? If I stayed, there would be far more harm then good coming out of it. I'm....just getting in the way."