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I came out of the headmaster\'s office and again found myself deep in thought. 

Not worrying?

Yeah, no, I was still worrying regardless. 

I always worried. I worried for my future, I worried for our future and I worried for everything else. Sometimes I felt like a hypocrite which I probably was. 

Anyway- with all that done, I didn\'t have anything else to do. I didn\'t have anything else to use and distract my mind. 

Life really was weird. 

People were rebuilding, some were still wailing, complaining and here I was just, staring out the damn terrace and feeling sorry for myself. 

"Why do we continue to exist?" And why the hell was I saying it aloud on the frigging terrace of the third floor?

Did I really want sympathy that badly?

Well too bad myself, because there was no one around. 

"Because that\'s human nature?" And yet, I found someone flying her way in. "We exist because we are." And what the hell was that supposed to mean?

"Hi."

She came from above and settled down next to me. Her wings receded. She had pigeon-like wings: very white. I kind of liked them. 

"Hey."

Now what?

How the hell did conversations go again?

What I was supposed to say?

I almost felt like my middle school self again where I couldn\'t talk to anyone and couldn\'t make friends. There were various reasons for me to not make friends and people running away from me but still. 

"You saved everyone. Or so, I\'ve heard." Rose said, standing next to me. 

I just got reminded of the awkward conversation we had yesterday. 

"I just happened to be there."

"But it was nice you were. If you weren\'t, things would have been really bad. Though I never thought they\'d corner the headmaster like that." Was she watching us from a distance or something?

Sadly, I never got to pummel that bastard good though. If I had another shot, I\'d pulverize the hell out of it and then chop the damn thing into pieces and my rage still wouldn\'t be stanched. On that note, I really wanted to meet the person behind them so I could squish their puny body and show them that peoples\' lives were not something they could just screw around with and call it fun. 

Though I guess that\'s what terrorists do for a living, but I didn\'t care. 

\'But how do I destroy all them?\'

Firstly, I needed more power. And there was a sure way of getting more power, or rather making sure I was at least at full throttle. 

"You have a rather scary face right now, you, okay?" Rose tried to make sense of all this. 

I took a deep breath. "I am." But I had things I wanted to do and things I wanted to make sure. "Think I\'ll go home. See you later."

"Okay."

\'Gramps, had a black core, right?\'

It was high time for Enira to wake up. After all, we\'re going to destroy some people….Muahahahha!

***

I hurried back to our house.

Or more like the villa, but who cared!

I just needed stuff. Stuff to keep myself busy. 

The front door was open, so I ran in.

Mom, dad, grandma, and the geezer were all in some sort of storytelling mode. 

"Mom, you had the black core, right? You wanted to give it to me and-"

And I didn\'t want it as it was gramps\' memento. But now I did need it and I kind of didn\'t want to go to Antarctica just for a stronger core or something. 

"Hmm? Oh, that? The stuff is still on its way, so it\'ll take maybe tomorrow or the day after?" I forgot for a second that most of our old stuff were still coming.

But I wanted it now. 

It had been a long while but Enira still hadn\'t come out. 

According to Johnathan\'s father, she was in some form of hibernation as she used too much energy. So, I figured giving her a good core would make the process faster. 

I\'d tried giving her cores before but they weren\'t that effective. I couldn\'t get anything more than just yellow or reddish cores though. Purple ones and anything better than those was kind of, well, expensive. 

And as I went core shopping, I learned that color wasn\'t everything. The age of the core and the type also mattered. 

But a black core, a black core was supposedly one of the strongest and that\'s why- that\'s why I wanted one. Now, I could have just sold it and became rich- but as mom didn\'t do that because of its sentimental value, I didn\'t want to either. Besides, using it for our survival was a better tribute to gramps anyway. 

The strongest Mutors were already kind of gone. That black Cobra had actually consumed all the smaller Mutors too and now the island had hardly any Mutors left, let alone strong ones. "Do you guys know where I could go and find strong Mutors?"

I had everyone\'s attention but the geezer spoke first. "What for?"

"Need some cores."

"Guess I could lend you a hand." He was about to get up. 

"No, it\'s fine. You guys are hitting it off quite well anyway."

They were talking about old times and I didn\'t want to get in their way.

"There\'s apparently a sea monster sighted in the North Sea from here. Why don\'t you go check that out?" Uncle walked in through the front door. "I heard it\'s pretty big." He was kind of drenched. 

\'You didn\'t go into the sea and came back because you couldn\'t swim, did you?\'

I didn\'t have the guts to ask. He was in a very foul mood. 

"What? But that\'s too dangerous!" Mom stood up with vigor.

"It\'s fine, he\'s not a kid." Uncle chuckled. His veins were throbbing though. The poor guy had probably forgotten that he couldn\'t swim. But he still went to the ocean anyway, and ended up drowning or something. 

It still wasn\'t enough to kill him, I guess. 

"Thanks for the info." I was about to head out.

"Will you be okay?" Dad asked.

Mom was also looking very agitated. 

"I\'ll be fine. Besides, I can fly."

I actually thought they\'d ask me how I could fly or at least express some surprise when they first saw me. But with all the stuff going on they never bothered. It was almost like they were always expecting me to be able to fly or something. 

Sigh. 

Anyway- to the sea!

I, actually, purposefully avoided Marg and Elsa who were coming this way. I left before they could even get a chance to call me. 

I didn\'t want to talk to either of them… yet. 

Hence my search for a distraction.