Ander's voice weakly protested. "That picture...does not belong to you." He could still use his crystal to attack of defend himself, but he doesn't see a point in fighting non-target people... especially in his condition. He floated in the air for a moment, "I lost it seems." As his vision started to clear he was able to make out the people around him, including Drake, "and you seem no worse for wear as when you got here." He turned his head around as a tear escaped his unemotional face, "[i]I've failed her again[/i]." he thought solemnly, "[i]Eight years, and I still can't do it[/i]." What Ander didn't know was that he would have hadn't there been other people there looking after Drake. Odds are that they both would be dead about now.