Bryan Samson looks out of the alley while the woman seems to look for him. Whatever had happened with her, she was in awful shape. He hoped that someone would see the beauty she had, and give her what he knew she deserved. Something about her drew him to her, and he felt no hesitation when he had thrown himself between her and the gunman. Not a second thought about healing those scars on her face. But attraction was no reason to try anything. Here, he was nothing. An eternal drifter, no one noticed him. Bryan looked so normal, his features so generic, he almost stood out by simple fact of excess 'normality'. He was wanted by no man, unable to find work, or any place in life. Homeless, starving, yet unable to die, he simply wandered around. Most places, he was like a ghostly legend, people suddenly finding their infirmities gone, wounds healed, and diseases cured. No one ever remembered him, he was just someone who had showed up long enough for the magic to work.
He walked off from the streets, and headed off Rome's busy streets, walking towards the Tiber river. Without a moment's hesitation, he walked in, fully submerged. At the river's lowest, he stood just watching the water flow past him. He put his hands in his pockets, and drew in a long breath. Water flooded his lungs, yet he felt no pain. He exhaled, and all the water left him. He stood underwater, soaking in the view. This was the closest he had come to being able to understand what life was. Constantly flowing, start to finish, birth to death. Something had apparently dammed his 'river', preventing him from reaching life's ultimate end. Not a bad thing for him. He simply got a better view of humanity. He saw their ignorance, and brought them hope. He saw sadness, and brought joy. That was life enough for him.