Cruz headed out. He didn't packed nothing, since he decided to survive by finding things by himself. He heard about the Air Heroine, Pallia, but he didn't wanted to go alongside her. He was declining the idea of a rendezvous with the other Heros and Heroines, however he kept silent and didn't talked as the king was giving the instructions. After thinking for a while, he looked at the horses that were given to them. "... She can stay with both of them. I'll fly to the rendezvous point.", he said in a emotionless tone. Cruz had painful memories of having friends and allies, so it was hard for him to have agreed with all of this. The people looked at him, worried about his safety. Some childs from an orphanage came and hugged him. He looked at them and tried, but he couldn't smile. He lost that feeling. The feeling to be happy. All he could do is look at their pouring tears and dry them with his fingers. "Stop crying. I'll be fine.", he said. But his thoughts were different. He wasn't having thoughts to reassure them, but to say that they shouldn't worry about him. He looked at the sky and took flight to the rendezvous point.