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Damian watched them before he gave Sayaka a warning look. No words could he describe how he felt now. No one understood his problems nor no one understood his personality. He glared in annoyance giving a huff frowning at the sight of the smoke. Course his rotten luck. He ignored Emma though, not much in the mood to talk. She thinks she could understand him? She says she cared but he highly doubt it. "Oh stop with the lies. No one freaking cares about a worthless piece of trash like me" he growled at her retreating form.

Damian merely ignored them, walking inside, tugging his hood over his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. He didn't want to think about his past or anything in that area.