Back at the bureau Juvia insisted on fixing up Gray's injuries he sustained from the fight and from the crowd's poor treatment of him. He didn't have anything fatal, just a few cuts, scratches, and bruises which would heal in a day or two considering how much stronger and adaptable his body was when compared to the average human. But Juvia having been schooled and trained in both first aid and the virtues of charity and kindness was determined to see to his condition.

"Look I appreciate the consideration but this is really unnecessary." Gray said as he watched her pull out some medical supplies. "I'll be back to normal tomorrow or the next day."

"Still it never hurts to get immediate medical attention." She said.

"Are you even certified to do this?"

"I am. I never went to medical school but I have taken five classes in teaching of the first aid and the Red Cross and I have had plenty of experience in patching up Gajeel. You shouldn't be fairly difficult to fix up."

She poured some alcohol on a medical sponge and moved it toward his cheek.

"This might sting." She warned.

"Ow."

"I didn't touch you yet."

"Oh..."

She cracked a little smile of amusement and proceeded to clean his cut.

"That was a piece of glass that got you there, wasn't it?" She asked.

"Yeah. Some guy ran out of rocks to throw so he picked up a shard from a broken window. He aimed for my eye but he missed. Thankfully."

"I'm so sorry they did that to you. I know it'll be hard but try not to hold it against them. They're only scared and they don't understand. That doesn't make what they did right of course but they're only human. As we all are."

"I'm not mad. I'm used to it. This isn't the first time an angry mob of people wanted to kill me. I grew up with that my entire life." He said. "I didn't find out I was a devil until I was grown so when I was kid I always wondered why some people would just stop and look at me in a certain way. Looking at me like they were afraid of me or expecting me to do something bad. When I tried to play with other kids some would just back away and go home, some would want to play with me but their parents wouldn't let them, and some would do exactly what that crowd did. Call me names, throw stuff at me, and say that I should die. Even as a child I was already seen as monster by people."

"Oh Gray."

"Of course they had every right to think that way but it still hurt."

"They had absolutely no right to think that way."

"Don't be stupid. Yes they did. They knew what I was or rather they suspected what I was. They had every right to be scared of me and hate me. I'm part of a species that spreads evil in the world and what really sucks is that it didn't have to be this way."

"What do you mean?"

"I was born a devil but I was conceived human. My father was biologically human and my mother was biologically human and I was my father's child. She didn't have an affair with a demon like some people said she did."

"If that's true then how is it you were born like this?"

"Because they picked her."

"Picked her?"

"I don't know why they picked her. I really don't know but they did. So they killed my father and did something to her while she was still pregnant. Something that tainted me. Turned me from a normal human fetus to demonic devil one. Four months later I was born, she died, and she was happy to."

"She was happy to die?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember her saying that? Or do you remember seeing her die? Did she look happy?"

"I was a newborn when she died. How could I have possibly remembered that?"

"Okay then did someone tell you she was happy? Someone who actually knew for sure?"

"No."

"Then how do you know that's how she felt?"

"Oh come on, what woman could go through life knowing she gave birth to a devil? If complications in the labor hadn't of killed her then she would have committed suicide."

"You actually believe that your mother preferred to die than live with the fact that she had you?"

"Preferred to die or have a miscarriage. To tell you the truth I often wished for the latter."

She looked at him completely horrified. To be honest he was waiting for her to look at him that way, it had come later than expected but he knew it to be inevitable. Yes she was horrified of him but not for what he was. She horrified but what he had said.

"You really hate yourself that much?" She asked in disbelief. "You hate yourself so much so that you had been denied that chance to be born?"

Then she did something completely unexpected to him. She started to cry. Tears fell delicately from her eyes like rain drops coming down from the heavens. Her tears did not pour though, they fell slowly and one by one.

"Why are you crying?" He asked.

"I'm sorry." She wept. "What you said made me so sad. Just knowing that someone like you feels so horrible about who they are that they actually wished they had never lived is heartbreaking. I just couldn't help myself. You must feel so sad and alone."

Gray looked at her as if she was something that wasn't supposed to exist. She was crying over him. Shedding tears for him. His pain and self hatred actually made her sad. This was much more unexpected than when she had embraced him earlier. Although the embrace had left him in shock it wasn't so bad because he had experienced affection before though it had been centuries he knew what it felt like. But as long as he had been alive no one had ever cried for him.

He thought back to all the hurtful things people would say to him once they knew or suspected he was a devil. They would say that his existence was probably God's one mistake in this world. That he should have been drowned or thrown into a fire as soon as he was born. Some even prayed that God would cause some natural disaster or send some heavenly force to kill him. Whenever someone witnessed him in pain no one would cry and he had been told no one would ever cry for him. And why would they? Who would cry over someone like him? How could anyone cry over some like him? Not even the woman he loved cried over him. No one cries for a monster.

So why was she crying? She can't cry for him. If she did then that meant she cared for him and if she could care for him then that meant she could love him. But he wasn't supposed to be loved. Nobody wasn't supposed to love him. No one can ever love him.

"Don't cry." He said trying not to let this realization get to him. "Don't cry...Don't cry...Don't cry!"

She felt the watch start to shake and his body was shaking to. He seemed to be transforming back into his true form again but how could that be, she hadn't of pressed the trigger yet. The floor was shaking as well and for a moment she thought that it was an earthquake. Juvia looked up from the floor and saw him with his hands on his as if he was trying to block out some thoughts he was having. He was crying too. But he wasn't crying tears, he was crying blood. Blood just kept streaming down from his eyes in place of tears.

"Erza!" Juvia screamed. She didn't know what else to do. She wanted to run and get help but at the moment she couldn't bring herself to move. She could only scream. "Erza! Help! Quickly!"

Luckily Erza felt the shaking and recognized the source of it. She was in there in no less than two seconds and shot him a devil tranquilizer. The shaking stopped, he dropped to the floor, and he returned to his regular yet false appearance.

"Are you alright?" Erza asked Juvia. The nun was in shock so she waited a moment before answering.

"I'm fine."

"What happened?"

"Huh?"

"He had an emotional breakdown. What triggered it?"

"I don't know."

"Well what happened before he went berserk?"

"I was fixing up his injuries, he told me about his life and his mother, it made me sad so I started crying, and that's when he broke down."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Erza knelt down by his unconscious body and examined him.

"Well this is new." She said upon observing the red streaks on his face. "He's bleeding from his eyes but I don't see any wound."

"I don't think he was bleeding." Juvia said. "I mean that is blood but I think...I think he was crying."

"Crying? You mean he was sad? He wasn't angry?"

"No. He was just so very sad. Is that normal?"

"Not exactly. I knew he could get sad like everyone else in the world but I didn't know it could be as extreme as his anger. In fact I didn't even know if Gray could cry or not. I've never seen him do it."

"Never?"

"Never. Did he say anything that might explain why this happened?"

"I don't know. He just kept telling me not to cry. As if I wasn't supposed to. Does any of that mean anything to you?"

"Unfortunately no. I know much about him but not everything. There are some things about him that are still a mystery to me."

"Will he be okay?"

"He'll be fine. He just needs to rest up and calm down. By morning he should be back to normal. But I'll have a few questions for him and he may have to spill a few secrets."

"What if he doesn't talk?"

"When it comes to him and me, he has no choice but to talk if I wish it. Even if he had his vocal cords cut he'd still have to tell me everything he knows in some form or another."

"So I'm guessing he's not allowed to have secrets?"

"He can have secrets but if not knowing some of them could lead to trouble in the future then they will not be kept long."

Juvia looked back at Gray's face. It looked peaceful now but at the same time it still so pained and so sad. She wondered how much hurt he had experienced in his life and what it was that made him so sad.