Learning that Azai was an orphan put things in perspective for Anthony. Open Roads being a shelter for troubled teens meant many of his peers would have troubles that extend far beyond his own. He didn't recognize Armaic which was bothersome. He decided to read up on it in the near future. Azai seemed to be a reasonable kid with a wickedly awesome name. Anthony slowly loosened as the conversation persisted.

“I'm Anthony Ware. Nothing special or interesting about that,” Anthony chuckled lightly, once again pleased by the lack of prior knowledge regarding his identity. “You are an orphan, eh? Must be tough. Great people often go unnoticed. The ones that do get attention often get it for all the wrong reasons.” Anthony sighed. “I ran from my parents. The ones that didn't choose you? They aren't worth your time. They aren't worth the stress. There are people out there who care. I care. I made the decision to run because I decided that it was better to be alone than to be with people who don't care.”

The bell rang for lunch. Anthony jumped to his feet, famished and chomping at the bit to indulge himself. He turned to Azai, “Sorry if I was intrusive. I didn't mean to get all in your business. I'm going to grab some grub, join me.” He offered, hoping he had made a new friend.