"I-I'm not feeling s-so well…"

Epsilon clung to his weapon in desperation, his every move seeming to take all of his strength. His heartbeat was banging in his chest, making it hard to breathe. Nero and Helen, far ahead of him in this dank alley, were looking back at their struggling companion.

"What's the hassle? We kind of have a schedule to keep!" Helen huffed.

"It's his scar," Reasoned Nero. "There's been a slew of recent suicides in this region; the emotional turmoil is wreaking havoc on his body. Epsilon, how well can you hold up?"

"It's going to take a wh-while for me to get my strength back up. Just go on ahead and I'll catch up when I'm able."

Helen rushed off immediately after he finished the sentence. Nero stayed still for a moment, and then followed. Taking a few large breaths, Epsilon gained some composure back, and then kept walking forward. As he went on his way on a starry night, he spotted a group of people moving into a door on the side of a building, eyes glazed over. He felt a strange aura surround them and went along to investigate.

Inside the building everyone stood around muttering things to themselves. Epsilon couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could feel his scar getting worse; sapping the rest of his strength. Falling to his knees he tried to get out, but to no avail. He reached to his necklace again.

"Holy Bell!"

His cry was answered by the blue eyed angel of wind. Voiceless, she looked at Epsilon with concern.

"Set these people free from whatever has a hold on them."

She nodded in agreement and glowed with a light that kept getting brighter by the second. Soon the entire building was radiant, and Epsilon's strength returned to him. Once the light faded away, everyone looked around as if they were lost and gravitated to the man in armor and the blue cloak. Epsilon realized they thought he had some authority here.

"Go back to your homes," He said. "I'll see to it nothing happens to you."

Everyone filed out through the door they came in, Epsilon coming out last. When he was sure no one could see him he leaped up to the top of the building, put down his halberd, and brought out his guitar. Their homes were far off and in many directions, but with his ability he could see them all. He began to play another song that filled his head.

Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind.

Can't ease this pain , so easily…

When you can't find the words to say It's hard to make it through another day,

And it makes me wanna cry and throw my hands up to the sky!

So understand…

Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years…

Face up, make your stand!

And realize you're living in the golden years!

Those people, although far away heard his singing and felt increasingly better on their way. Finished and content, he picked up his weapon and began to catch up with the others, but he was confronted with a strange girl before he even got off the roof. She was young with long black hair and dull blue eyes. Her clothing contrasted a white dress shirt with a red ribbon with a black skirt and black stockings. She stepped forward and gazed at Epsilon with a cold, expressionless face.

"Who are you?" She asked. It was rather comical, this girl a full foot shorter than him try to intimidate him. He smiled back at her with an attempt to break the ice, but with no luck.

"My name is Travis," He said. "I've come from quite a ways away, and just happened to stop by."

"What you did back there; why did you help them?"

"There's been numerous suicides around here. Those people were drowning in grief, if I hadn't acted, they would most likely be dead."

"But why you?"

"Why me?"

"Why is it your problem? What compels you to feel like you have to shoulder everyone's burdens?"

Epsilon looked out at the cityscape and sat on the roof edge, the girl sitting next to him. He placed his halberd out across their laps.

"It was when I got this. I don't like to fight; the feel of anything longer than a carving knife unsettled me, so when I was told," He looked over to her. "I was in dire straights. But I had good friends, and one of my closest pulled me to my feet and said to me 'Look, I know how you feel about this, but I also know that you would never leave anyone in peril if you could help it. With this, you can be the defender of the downtrodden and give them hope again!'"

He picked it up an held it against his shoulder. "I've needed some encouragement recently, but I know what I have to be now. I will do everything in my power to aid those who seek it."

"And your friend?" She said.

"There was a bad mission," Epsilon said, his eyes closed. "I was unconscious. He sacrificed his life so the rest of my team could get me out."

The girl was silent as he got up and walked away. As he left however, she sprung up.

"Travis," Her remark caught his attention. "Please stop."

"What?" He said, but his communication disk came on for the first time since he was separated.

"Tr…vis respond…..Speak to me Travis…."

"Psyche! Psyche!" Epsilon shouted, he tried to leave the roof, but the girl was suddenly right in front of him radiating a purple aura, a gun in her hand.

"Out of my way, my team is calling for backup!"

"You won't make it to them." She said. Shots were fired at his breastplate, which pinged off harmlessly. Dodging until the clip was empty he was bewildered at the turn of events.

"Slow down!" He swung the butt of his weapon at her before she could react, knocking the gun out of her hands.

"Did I trip a nerve? I thought we were getting along!" Epsilon decided to call on another angel to help. This time, Gorgeous Rose came, wrapped in thorny vines. With her power increasing his sight, he saw right through the girl, into her wants and desires. He was short of breath when it was over his mind pushed to the edge. Soon his composure returned, and he matched her stoic face with one of his own.

"I see our ends will not meet."

"No they won't." She said. Wings erupted from her back, black and glittering like stars.

Helen and Nero came flying to Epsilon's side and landed, Nero took one look at their opponent and balked.

"I should have left you behind; I don't know how to start with you…"

"You could start by lending a han-"

"No! Every time I do we land into trouble, and now you managed the impossible: you pissed off Homura!"

"What, this kid?" Helen said. "We can take her!"

Nero nearly slapped the both of them, but the bullets began to fly again.