Shadow's eyes didn't move away from the night sky. He remembered how it used to be him looking from the sky to the Earth wishing he could walk on the surface. How times had changed, he too had changed. "Maria." He said to himself in his mealoncoly voice. "What would the world be like if you hadn't died that day." He crossed his arms and continued looking at the sky, a scowl on his face. he was too busy remembering the past to hear Wave.
Echoes looked at the bench. "Your inabillity to give of yourself for others is the thing that ties you to your ancestors." He said calling after Jet. "In my homeland, The Babayloinans were respected for the things they achived in the feilds of technology, not shunned for what some of them used that technology for. But their downfall was a result of their greed and foolishness. Don't be the treassure seeking pirates that the first Babaylon Rouges were. Strive to achive new feats, but do not do so for the sake of personal gain." After Echoes had said this, he gave a polite bow and waved his left hand over the back of his right. A small blue light came from the right glove and Echoes began to vanish into the surroundings.




