”Hello! Why do you wear a metal suit?” The childlike voice seemed to rattle against his armour for a moment while he pondered the words. He turned and looked down into the alleyway below, noting with a peculiar interest that the figure was flailing its arms about in some desperation. The slits of his eyes flared bright blue and a thin wave of energy swept across his armoured surface, blowing fragments of dust and rubble from the tower away as he slowly moved towards the edge of the structure.
His gauntleted hands reached out to the old masonry either side of him and he tested its substance with hist fingers, sadly discovering it was weaker than it had been the night before, and it was brushing away at his touch. Sighing to himself he used them to pull himself forward, smiling softly as it held his momentum for just long enough before it crumbled completely. He enjoyed a fraction of a heart's thrumming beat as he fell to the ground by the quizitive boy, his body resting with one foot flat and the other with the knee for support and his hand palm down. He slowly lifted his head staring directly into the boys face, their eyes almost level.
"Perhaps, A better question would be; why is it you do not?" Martellus said softly, his words edged with a faint tang of static "The Dreaming is not the safe haven some have said it once was, but truth be told even the perceived guise he held then was much better than what it is now."