The air was stiff and isolated, the soft blue ripples of the pool casting a light blue hue on his pale skin as he stood before the deviant. A part of him wanted to help, there was nothing more he wanted, he understood that pain, but he just couldn't, there wasn't anything he could do as he tightened his jaw and listened to the desperate pleas.

"You can't feel. You are just a machine." He calmly spoke, his eyes wandering all over the deviant's face, taking in every detail, how their light now flickered red so wildly, his eyebrows furrowing before he quickly tightened his face to a calm state, he couldn't break, not now. So gently, his hands rested upon the deviant's cheek, almost in a hushed plea so the police won't hear. "Please make this easy. They'll shoot you right now." He warned.