He walks with her, the darkness never quite fully leaving his pupils. He softly hums a sad song to himself as he walks by her side, and stares at Winter with a deadpan gaze. He follows Artimes to the doorway of her room, and hesitates before walking in himself. "I wasn't sure I [i]wanted[/i] to recover. Sometimes it feels like I'm just in the background, that everyone else has a better shot at life. That's why I train street kids. To give them what I never had."