Flare finally gave a sigh of relief. After all, that exhausted him mentally and emotionally the enough to make him give up. Then, he noticed the bartender brunette come. After she spoke, he returned his attention to the televisions with the other exams. He started to float, like if he was sitting into a chair, and move Undefined Fate around him. [color=ed1c24][i]Don't live as a savior from another time... live as a savior that wishes only to live because he does...[/i][/color], he thought about the words. He shook his head and kept playing with Undefined Fate, yet with a scorn face. [color=ed1c24][i]... Who said I want to be or I'm capable to be a savior? That's something Cruz is more fit, not me. He'll save everyone.[/i][/color], Flare kept thinking. Although, in his head, many thoughts about the same sentence were being juggled around.