[Sadrain]

December 11th, Chicago. Base. Hospital.

Ryan moved only slightly when pushed and his eyes narrowed. With back straightening, he suddenly seemed to grow taller and gain an icy aura. The words hurt, but Ryan would never admit it to Amante. Both in spite of the other man, and to assure him self, he spoke: "I will believe that when she says it to me her self."

"No one, not you, not I, have rights to decide what she needs or wants, so stop imagining you're whole center of her world who makes the rules by which she will live now. If Alice says she never wants to see me again, I will comply, but never to your orders." Ryan had a deep sense of freedom, which had led him to abandoning all gangs he had joined, he could follow only someone he trusted and respected. Amante did not belong to either of these groups. He was just an arrogant man who broke into their company, made Ryan unsure, but even so, Ryan was not going to give up that easily.

Stiffly, Ryan turned around and left the room. But he had no more time - the doctor had been looking for him and took the man to the therapy room. Putting out all the anger and spare energy, Ryan worked hard - too hard in fact. Most items handed to him were crushed to pieces and he even backhandedly broke a table.