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Quon always struggled with living. Being over 1000 years old, didn't change the fact that he had sinned, killed people, and he deeply regretted it, and could never escape it. His heart leaped every time he made that decision to go and save a child in danger from Custos. Walking along, he had shut out all his friends, thinking hard on what he was doing. He had been at this for many, many years, and was he tired of it? No, he felt some small shred of satisfaction from being able to save children and teach them how to use their powers safely, to help people.

Seeing the smiles of kids, and the business the Garden got always made him appreciate living so long, but, he had been around. He had seen many things, most of which he longed to forget, but much like his past, he didn't want to no matter how hard he tried.

The streets at night were always full of people, and though it was a roar of noise around him, the male was able to quickly get absorbed in his thoughts. The pain  came back, like it always did, rearing its ugly head inside his heart, and sending his body into turmoil. He stared down at the sidewalk as he moved, bumping into people who yelled at him. Hearing talking from every angle, he quietly spoke to himself, replying to them.

"What are you going to do? You can't save everything."

"I will save them all..."

"How can you live with yourself man!? You couldn't do a thing!"

"I can do everything....I can do it..."

He always gave 100% and did the best he could, even when it wasn't enough. He was really relying on his friends, and all the kids he saved. Even if in the end it wasn't enough, he'd still give everything, even his life to stop the killing.

Moving along the street, Quon walked through many people going all different directions. A notice had come about of an incident of recent, and he was determined to find the culprit and act accordingly, it was likely they were a child and needed to be saved.

Hanging his head, he looked at the ground sullenly. There had been another the day before he was unable to get to. And she had been killed by Custos because of it, he couldn’t let this one be the same.

Thinking about himself, Quon was reflective on the past, he had much to atone for, and felt if Custos killed people just from doing wrong, he should be the first the take down. His friends all knew the sins he had committed and what he was doing was to make himself useful.