Blaze was sitting at the edge of the platform,his eyes looking nowhere. The aftershock of the events that occured where too much for him to cope. What troubled him the most, is that no dragon he knew had a thirst for power. So, even if he inherited a dragon's blood, his actions where inexcusable. Was he a wild beast then? Or something worse. The idea of being something horrible disgusted him. Maybe it would be good to never fight again. This way he wouldn't repeat what he did.

A young boy was nearby, watching him. He noticed him a while ago, but he did not have the nerve to speak to him. He was not in the mood to talk to anyone, he just wanted to take Paco and leave this place, before he caused any pain to somebody. He looked at his wounds. Most of them where shallow and already healed. The others needed some time. Without turning he said, in a depressed tone: 

"If you are lost and need help, I just got here myself. You should ask someone else..."