[i]'So busy... All of them... They don't have it in them to just stop and observe... To understand those around them... To accept that, no matter how much of a rush they're in, the man or woman that they bump shoulders with may be in twice the hurry. No, they just seem... Too preoccupied with themselves. Come on, now. We can do better.[/i]'

Ishigo stared down at the streets below, bustling with activity as the market district of Sector B filled with civilians. He was sitting with his back against the wall of a large building that was parallel to another row of buildings. The sky bridge that connected the two ends of the street was where he sat, one leg dangling off the side of the bridge and one leg stretched out on the roof. He observed each individual, a good 100 or so feet below him. He studied their faces, reactions, and body language in order to understand the flow of the traffic of emotions that gave the city life. It wasn't soon before he gaze set upon an idle individual, choosing to remain in the same spot, watching as others passed by. 

[i]'You refuse to join them... You don't appear to be observing, but you understand. Or do you? Hmm... You're in pain... You're in need... But you make such a strong effort to appear otherwise...'[/i] he thought to himself as he sighed and got up. With a quick stretch, he simply let his body fall of the side of the sky bridge and used his swinging momentum to grab a diagonal rail that held it up. Using his arms, he completed the swing and landed on the rail, proceeding to slide down it. As he neared the point at which the rail joined the other building, he kicked off and slid down the remaining height on the wall - about 30 feet - until he landed gracefully in the ground beneath.

He looked around and took in the sight of the hustle of the daily activity. Ignoring the various glances he got, he began walking towards the young girl who piqued his curiousity. [i]Alone? She must be alone... Can't be older than 16-17... Damn.[/i] He noticed a man giving her bread, tossing at her as if she were some wild animal, and before he could speak to him on basic ethical approach, he snickered and paced away, leaving a bleeding girl on the side of the road. Ishigo looked at her, tilting his head to the side and simply examining her condition. He didn't speak for a minute, wanting to make sure he understood her before choosing his words.

"That isn't fair," he said in a soft, reassuring tone as he knealt down next to her. "Life just isn't fair..." He placed a hand on her shoulder and then changed his tone to a more firm and authoritative vibe. "You shouldn't let people like that feed your hatred. Sitting here and accepting your fate with either submission or contemplation will leave you rotting. You're too young to rot."

He lifted his hand and looked behind him before looking back at her, "You need care. Let me take you to a clinic, hm? Keep in mind, that once you pass out, I'm legally permitted - no, obligated - to do so."