[center][h3][color=00aeef]Henri[/color] [/h3][/center]

[color=00aeef]Mischief Reef/Đá Vành Khăn/Panganiban Reef[/color]

[color=00aeef]"It's still so frustrating. New Roosevelt, bah!"[/color] Henri exclaimed, referring to the nickname the POTUS received from his corporate busting, [color=00aeef]"Real Teddy would have worked both in and out of his country, not leaving one side rotting!"[/color]

Henri closed his hands into fists, but quickly released them with a sigh. [color=00aeef]"Who am I kidding. It's everyone's fault, really. US may be isolating itself, but it's not the first time it has done so. Meanwhile Europe pretty much allowed America to handle all the military matters, so they could focus on their economies. It is just like economic bubbles. They've happened in the past, but everyone's just as surprised, when they happen."[/color]

He was quiet for a while, listening to Alonso's and Makri's conversation. Henri wasn't sure, how much use he'd be in a surgery. There were so many things that went wrong, and Leonidas's field was indiscriminate. Then the realization kicked in.

[color=00aeef]"Oh, I see."[/color] He finally said. [color=00aeef]"Well, who am I to force therapy. I'm not even a trained medic, let alone a doctor. I mean, if it came to that, I'd probably volunteer for help, but I'm not sure how much use I'd be. My power only lasts about half a minute, anyway, while a surgery would take hours. Meaning that if the tumor bounced back to magical once the field is gone, it wouldn't be much of a help. I suppose I could go and touch the cancer, but it wouldn't be hygienic by any means."[/color]