A/N: Time for the first out of place holiday chapter of the story!

[November 2013]

The day before Thanksgiving, there was another bank robbery. Red Arrow dropped the would-be robber he'd stopped from breaking into an electronics store and ran toward his bike. "Ok, Connor," he said into his comm. "Where am I going?"

"Um… The bank is on 4th Street," Connor replied. "There are police already on the way."

"Ok." This was only Connor's second night on the comms, but he'd been handling it pretty well. The teen still had a long way to go as far as his computer skills went, but could handle talking to Red Arrow on the comms and finding locations on a virtual map of the city. "Good work."

"Thanks. Do you think it's the bank robbers with the laser weapons?"

"Hard to say." As he got closer he saw that there was smoke rising from the wall of the bank. "But current evidence suggests it might be."

"Well…be careful. Last time you fought them, they almost took off your arm."

"And it healed nicely." Not to mention he'd gotten closer than he'd ever been to catching them. If only one of them hadn't shot him when he'd tried to take them down with an electroshock arrow. "Alright, remember the plan?"

"I do."

"Can you handle your part?"

"I can."

"Good. Stand by. I'll let you know when they've left the bank."

"Ok."

Red Arrow stopped in a narrow alley, just big enough for his bike to fit in, a couple blocks from the bank. He took a deep breath as he settled in to wait. 'Guess their two-week vacation from bank robberies is over,' he thought. In the two weeks of no robberies, he'd hoped that the group was finished with their crazy crime spree. The two months of robberies had garnered attention from multiple people in the superhero community, including Kaldur, Barbara, Black Canary, and Artemis. The last one had been a surprise for Roy, considering how she and Wally had retired from the superhero life. 'And yet, none of the people asking if I'm doing ok and if I need help are Dick or Bruce.' Figured. Red Arrow had turned down all offered help, mostly to protect his ward. However, when the last meeting between the vigilante and the robbers had caused Connor to insist he be allowed to help more. Since he still wasn't skilled enough to be on the streets, Red Arrow had relented to allow him to follow the path of the robbers as they fled through traffic cameras.

'The technology stuff is still a challenge to him,' Red Arrow thought. 'But I've already got him hooked up to them. As long as he's quick enough when switching cameras, he should be able to follow them through the city.' It was a lot to ask of his still very new partner, but Red Arrow didn't see another way he could do this.

"They're leaving the bank," Connor said over the comms.

"Ok. Just tell me where to go."

"Um…right. They're heading down Voluve Ave."

"Great. Keep a close eye on them."

"Got it. They turned left onto White Street."

"I'm on them." Red Arrow followed the directions given to him, speeding down the streets away from from the bank.

"Uh oh…"

"What? What's happening?"

"I think they're going in multiple directions."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well two of them on motorcycles and a van went left down…8th Street while another van and two more motorcycles went right."

"…Damn it." Red Arrow shook his head. "They'll probably rendezvous somewhere. I'll go with the ones on 8th street. Follow them."

"Got it." It was quiet for a few seconds. "They're still heading down 8th."

"Ok. Keep me updated." Red Arrow amped up his speed, wanting to catch up with the robbers. 'These guys are smart. Too smart. I don't like it.' After a few blocks, he tapped his comm. "Where are they, Connor?"

"They turned right onto Bannor Street." There was a pause. "Are you sure they're goon to rendezvous? These guys aren't showing any signs of slowing down or turning. They're still basically heading in the opposite direction of their…friends."

"I'm not so much sure as I am just desperately hoping. Keep following them."

"Ok."

Red Arrow cut through a narrow side-street to catch up sooner. 'I need to find these guys. I want them off my streets and out of my city, now!' In addition to the general anxiety that now permeated the city, three police officers and been seriously injured in the last two months. 'I'm here to protect Star and I'm not going to let these guys get away with whatever they're trying to do.' Which so far seemed like it was just getting rich and terrorizing the city. Red Arrow finally turned onto 8th Street, then drove down it. There were no signs of the robbers for several minutes. "Connor, update?"

"They just turned again. They're still heading north, but now they're on 10th Street."

"Geez. Where the hell are they going?"

"I don't know, but at this rate, they'll-" Red Arrow stopped suddenly, nearly sending himself over his handlebars when he braked.

"…Red Arrow?" Connor asked cautiously. "According to the screen with your tracker, you stopped moving. Is everything ok?"

"Uh-huh…"

"So why aren't you following the robbers?! They're getting away!"

"Never mind. I'm heading back to base, I'll explain everything when I get back."

"Ok…"

Red Arrow turned around and headed back to his headquarters. 'I think this case just got a little more complicated.'

— —

When Roy returned to his Arrow Cave, he took his mask off as soon as he disembarked from his bike.

"What happened?" Connor asked as stood. "We were on them and you just let them leave?"

"Didn't you think their route was strange? Like, of all the places in the city they could've gone, they were heading toward an area where the population is thinner than downtown."

"But they didn't…"

"And what's north of Star?"

Connor bit his lip a little bit as he thought; staring at the wall as he did. "There's….a town, right?"

"What kind of town?"

"….beach town?"

"Yes. Exactly." Roy went over to the computers and sat down. He pulled up a map of the area and highlighted the area just north-west of Star City. "New Town Beach. Population just over 5,000."

"So they're hiding out in a beach town?"

"Some of them." Roy moved the map and highlighted the area south of Star. "West Branchon. Population just under 4,000."

"And it's another beach town, right?"

"You're catching on. I think the reason I haven't been able to track them down is they're hiding outside the city limits. Half the group south of Star and half the group north of Star."

"But why those places? It seems like they've specifically picked back towns. Why there?"

"I don't know. It seems like they want to be close to the water."

"To what end?"

"I don't know. But…" Roy spun around in his chair to give Connor a small smile. "We're much closer than we were before. And sometimes in cases like this, all you can do is take it one clue at a time."

"Right."

"Besides, tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Hopefully, even criminal masterminds can respect the holidays."

Connor shifted on his feet and glance at the ground. "Do- Do we have to…you know…celebrate Thanksgiving?"

"Do you not want to celebrate it?" Roy didn't get a response, so he leaned forward with his arms on his knees and clasped his hands together. "Connor?"

"…I just don't feel like it."

"Do you not like Thanksgiving?"

"It's not that it's just…" Connor rubbed his arms.

"What's wrong? You can…talk to me about it. Whatever it is, I'll listen." Roy got out of his chair to sit on the hard, cement floor. "Come sit." After a moment of gestation, Connor sat on the floor a few feet from him. "Tell me what's wrong."

"My mom…" Connor looked at the floor and started tracing random, invisible patterns on it with his finger. He sniffed as a tight feeling formed in his chest and his eyes started to burn. "Its…you know… She's only been…gone for a few months and now it's Thanksgiving. I've had you know…Thanksgiving without her when I was at the monastery and stuff…even though we didn't celebrate it, but I always knew she was ok. There always this chance we'd have another Thanksgiving together but…we won't!" Connor wiped at his eyes furiously, but the tears wouldn't stop coming. "We won't have any holidays or anything anymore-"

"Hey." Roy moved closer and put a cautious hand on Connor's back. "It's ok-"

"No, it's not! She's my mom and she's not even here anymore!"

"I meant… It's ok to be sad. I know the holidays can be hard when you've just lost a loved one." He rubbed his knee, trying to keep his hand from shaking. "If I'm being honest with you, I've been dreading Thanksgiving myself."

"Why?"

"…Jason… You know he was…Robin…" Roy swallowed and tried to push back against the grief that assaulted him. 'No, I'm the adult right now. Connor needs me.' He squeezed his knees again. "I can't stop thinking about how different everything was last year… I went back to Gotham for the week and I got to spend time with my brothers. We patrolled together, taught Jason how to play scrabble, watched movies. It was…" He stopped when his throat closed up. "And now the only family I have aren't even speaking to me."

"And you get to spend Thanksgiving with the son of the man who abused you…"

Roy looked at Connor. "Kid, you have to let go of that. I don't hold it against you like that, and you know it."

"But you still think about it sometimes, right?" Connor looked at Roy, his green eyes still glazed with tears. "I see the look on your face sometimes. When you look at me really quick, you glance back like you have to double-check that it's not him in your apartment."

"…I know. Look, I"m not going to pretend like those moments don't happen, but it's not…a conscious thing. I have post-traumatic stress disorder and some things just…remind me of Oliver. I can't control which things…but I am doing my best not to react to it." There was no response for a few seconds.

"….We're kind of a mess aren't we?"

Roy almost laughed but did snort a little. "No arguments there." He put his hand back on Connor's back. "But I think that's all the more reason to have a great Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. We can watch the parade, play some board games if you want."

"…It doesn't sound horrible." Connor sniffed again and wiped his eyes. 'That actually sounds really nice. Kind of like how the other boys and I would read together on holidays at the monastery. He glanced at Roy. "Do you think we could…read a book together? I used to do that on holidays at the monastery. Me and the other boys would sit in a circle and we'd take turns reading from a book."

"And that was fun?"

"Yes."

"Then absolutely. so it's settled then, tomorrow we'll watch the parade, play board games, read a book, then have a delicious dinner."

"You remember I'm a vegetarian, right?"

"One step ahead of you, I got a turkey made of…I don't know what it's made of, to be honest, but the package assured me it's not meat." Roy almost smiled at the look Connor gave him. "So, how about it?"

"…Sounds good, I guess."

"Let's go then." Roy stood up, then held out his hand to help Connor up as well. The teen took it, then stood. "Looks like we have a lot of big plans tomorrow."

— —

On Thanksgiving morning, Connor was the first one up like he was every morning. Even though Roy was normally up relatively early in the mornings, it was still late for someone who was used to sunrise meditations. The teen went to one of the windows in the room and sat on the pillow he kept there. Something in him felt like it was really redundant to focus so hard on meditating, but given the tight feeling in his chest that had persisted since the previous night, he didn't think there was a better option. So he settled down on his pillow and placed his hands on his knees. Morning meditation was one of his favorite parts of the day. The calm it brought him made him feel like there was nothing he couldn't handle in the upcoming day; which felt particularly important given the day he was facing. Connor did his best to meditate away the grief and anger inside of him.

'Breathe…' he thought as he inhaled. '1, 2, 3, 4; exhale; 1, 2, 3, 4.'

The slow and steady mantra eventually edged out most of his feelings, leaving him with the feeling of calm. By the time he finished his meditation, all his feelings are more or less muted to the point he was able to ignore them as he got ready for the day. He quickly showered and got dressed, but froze when he saw the picture of him and his mom on top of the dresser. A bolt of pain went through his chest and he quickly shoved the picture down. As soon as he did it though he felt guilty. 'What kind of a son refuses to look at the picture of his dead mother?' he wondered as he pulled out his outfit for the day. 'I'm awful.' And yet he couldn't bring himself to fix the picture. It was too hard. So he quickly got dressed and decided to distract himself with the vacation homework he'd been given.

Connor was halfway through his science homework on the parts of a cell when there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Connor?" Roy asked. "You awake?"

"Yeah." Connor twisted around his chair as the door opened.

Roy entered, fully dressed, and immediately confused when he saw what Connor was up to. "You're doing homework?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"…No reason."

Roy glanced at the dresser and noted the picture that was currently turned down. "Right. Well, the parade will be starting soon. Come on, I'll make us some breakfast smoothies."

"Ok." Connor abandoned his half-finished homework and followed Roy into the living room.

"Find the parade on tv and I'll make the smoothies."

"Ok."

Roy tried to keep on ear on what Connor was doing while he got the smoothies ready. 'Alfred wouldn't be happy if he knew I was just having a smoothie for breakfast on a holiday,' he thought. His teeth clenched a little and he tried to focus on what he was doing, rather than the way his eyes burned. 'If he wanted me to have a better breakfast, then maybe I should've been invited to Thanksgiving dinner.' If they were even having it. Roy glanced in the direction of his phone but didn't move to grab it. 'I shouldn't have to reach out to them. They're my family. They shut me out. They can call me first.' Roy finished the breakfast smoothies and carried them into the living room. 'And I have Connor.' As he approached Connor turned around and for a moment, Roy's heart stopped when he saw the green eyes and blonde hair. He came to a sudden stop, nearly spilling the drinks. A second later though, he forced himself to keep walking and breathing.

'Connor's not Oliver,' Roy thought as he set the teen's smoothie on the coffee table; deliberately keeping his eyes off him until his heart rate slowed down. 'He's not Ollie. Ollie's not here. He's on another planet. He can't hurt me. He won't ever hurt me again.' The words kept repeating in his head as he sat down on the armchair that was perpendicular to the couch. He didn't even look at the tv until he'd gotten his heart rate back to normal. 'Did he see me freak out for a second?' Roy glanced at Connor, but the teen didn't look at him. The tenseness of the muscles in his neck, like he was deliberately looking just at the tv, made Roy think he had seen. It made Roy want to clench his hands on his knees or grab at his pants. 'I don't want him to think I associate him with his father. I don't, but I can't control that my brain sees him and freaks out for a moment.' His heart started to race again. 'What do I say to him? I'm sorry my traumatized brain associated you with your murderous father?' It was already an explanation he'd given, so in the end, Roy decided to stay quiet and watch the parade.

The silence between the two of them dragged on. As it did though, Roy's heart kept pounding in his chest, despite him trying to keep it slow and calm. Thoughts about how he was horrible for associating Connor with Oliver and how it wasn't a good thing for Connor to think he was anything like his father kept bombarding Roy's mind.

"…Were you working on homework before?" Roy asked eventually, wanting to just stop the silence so his thoughts would stop. "It looked like it was on your desk." Connor simply nodded in response. "Do you…need any help with it?"

Connor bit his lip a little bit. "No," he said quietly. "I'm good."

"Ok. Well…if you need any help just let me know."

The two of them were silent as they watched the parade for the rest of the morning. When it finished, neither of them even moved for several seconds. Finally, Roy stood and picked up their empty glasses.

"I'm going to start our non-turkey-turkey, then we can do whatever you want."

"Ok." Connor watched him leave, then sat back in his seat. The pang of grief he'd been feeling off and on all morning returned and he pulled his knees up to his chest. 'Spending Thanksgiving with someone who clearly doesn't like me clearly won't help.' Logically, part of him remembered that Roy had PTSD and wasn't doing this on purpose, but it was hard to keep out the thoughts that it might be because of his relation to Oliver. Which was all he seemed to be able to think about sometimes. When students stared at him in school, part of his brain couldn't help but wonder if they saw the relation between him and the vigilante. 'Why did everything have to get so complicated. Why can't it all go back to being simple?'

Meanwhile, Roy tried to think of a way to salvage their Thanksgiving. 'He said yesterday that he wanted to read a book together. We could try that, see if it makes him feel more at ease.' And hopefully get Roy's mind off how abysmal the situation made him feel. 'Everything has been so weird and hard lately. God, I miss how easy things were a few years ago. Or even last year. Before it all got difficult.' Roy steeled himself, then nodded. 'I can do this. I'll make today into an enjoyable holiday for both of us.' Mind decided, Roy returned to the living room and almost stopped dead at the all to familiar state he found Connor in. "Connor."

"Yeah?" Connor asked. His head snapped up as he did.

"Do- You mentioned something about wanting to read a book together. Do you want to do that now?"

"…Sure."

"Good! Why don't you go pick a book for us?"

"Ok." Connor got up and disappeared in the direction of the two bedrooms.

'Good,' Roy thought as he started pacing a little bit, trying to counteract the increase of his heart rate. 'This is good. I can do this. It's not so bad. I don't have my family or friends, but I have Connor. I don't know him, but it'll be fine. It'll be fine. We're going to have a good Thanksgiving because I need it and I deserve it. It's not my fault Bruce and Dick abandoned me-'

"Roy?"

Roy stopped and turned around. He opened his mouth to get the activity started as quickly as possible, but as soon as he saw the title of the book in the teen's hand, his whole body froze. Peter Pan. Pain erupted in Roy's chest and a film of tears appeared almost instantly over his eyes. Though the pain, a burning surged through his veins and before he could think, Roy strode across the apartment and practically ripped the book from Connor's hands. "Where did you get this?!" he demanded.

"In- In the bedroom…" Connor replied, his voice confused. He took a few cautious steps back.

"Don't touch those books! They're not yours!" Roy's breathing sped up even more and he felt his arms starting to go numb. 'Air…' he thought as he struggled to inhale. 'I- I need air!' Barely paying any attention to Connor, he fled from the apartment, snatching his keys as he did.

— —

With panic overriding his brain, Roy couldn't really plan any route, so he acted on instinct and just let his body mechanically guide him. Which is how he found himself standing in his Arrow Cave a few minutes later. The hyperventilating continued to worsen as his legs shook; as if unable to handle the strain of holding him up. Shaking and terror took over Roy as he collapsed onto his hands. All of his ground techniques slipped just past his awareness, like sand through his fingers, leaving him unable to calm down. The numb feeling from earlier spread even farther until it reached his fingers and started down his legs. A burning feeling spread through his lungs. Through the panic though, through the walls of numbness and panic, there was something else. Something solid on his back, and something cold on his arm. Not extremely cold, but cool. Refreshing. Like jumping into the ocean on a hot day. Roy zeroed in on both sensations. 'Calm… Calm…' It was only then he realized someone was talking.

"Listen to me, Roy," the voice said. "Stay focused on me. You're here. You're safe. Very safe. I am here with you."

'Who-' Roy thought as he continued to focus on the voice and the hands resting on his body. 'Who-'

"Just listen to my voice, my love. You are safe and I am here. It is safe."

'Kal!' The realization sent a small bolt of calm through Roy and he was able to draw in a small breath. 'It- It's Kal. Focus- Focus on Kal.' He closed his eyes and kept trying to breathe, listening to the calming sound of Kaldur's voice. 'Grounding. I need to ground myself.' Roy forced his eyes back open. 'Five things I can see… Kal's arm. The floor. The b-book. Bottom of the chair. Legs of a table. Four things I can touch: the floor; Kal; the cover of the book; the pages in the book. Three things I can hear: Kal's voice; Kal's breathing; beeping from a computer?' Roy continued to breathe as he walked himself through the exercise. 'Two things I can smell: the sea on Kal and sweat. One thing I can taste: sweat. There's sweat in my mouth.' Roy took a few slow and deep breaths before he sat back on his heels and gave Kaldur an innocent look. "Hey…"

"Hey yourself," Kaldur replied, his face etched with worry. His eyes strayed over Roy's face, taking in every detail to figure out if Roy was ok. "Are you-"

"I'm f-" The word caught in Roy's throat and he almost choked.

"Breathe, Roy. Breathe."

"How did you find me?"

"I have texted you several times, but you did not answer. Given what has been happening recently, I was worried and decided to check on you." He held up the small device Roy had given him that allowed him to bypass the security on the archer's headquarters. "And I see it is a good thing I did."

"Yeah… It is…" Roy glanced down at the book on the ground and closed his eyes. He bit his lip as tears squeezed past his eyelids, then down his cheeks.

"Roy. Roy." Kadlur reached out and gently turned his boyfriend's face toward himself. "My heart. What is wrong? Please."

Roy shook his head as his tears turned into sobs and he practically threw himself into Kaldur's arms. "Kal!" he cried.

"My love…please talk to me." Kaldur pulled Roy into his lap and let the archer press his face into the crook of his neck. "Shh… It's ok, It's ok, my heart. No harm will come to you here. Just talk to me."

"It's so hard, Kal! So hard!"

"What's hard?"

"Everything! It's Thanksgiving and I'm not talking to Dick or Bruce! And I have Connor and I really don't know what I'm doing-"

"Connor?" Kaldur frowned as he stroked Roy's back gently with his fingertips. "Who is Connor?"

"Ollie's son…"

"…Son?" Confusion and worry clouded Kaldur's mind, but he pushed it away to keep holding Roy.

"Yeah. He- I kind of found him and now he's living with me! I'm training him and everything Kal, it's all just so much!"

"Ok, ok." Kaldur wrapped his arms tighter around Roy. "I know it is overwhelming, but I am here now. You do not have to shoulder your burdens alone." He waited a few seconds while Roy moved his face into the Atlantean's shoulder. "Let us walk through everything. I take it by your words that you still haven't spoken to your brother or to Batman. You should know Nightwing uses the computer at Mount Justice to keep track of the news in Star. Especially since banks started blowing up. I know your combined grief as made your relationship with both of them strained, but they still care about you. Even if they do not show it."

"They should show it."

"I agree. But you must know how they feel. Maybe it will not make this holiday easier, but you deserve to know the facts. As for Connor… I will assume he is nothing like his father if you can stand to be around him."

"I try… I look at him and my brain just flips out! I'm associating this innocent 13-year-old with the man who abused me, what kind of person does that?! Who pushes that kind of association on an innocent kid! And it makes things awkward and even weirder between us than they already were. I don't know what I was thinking, believing I could take care of him!"

"Roy, how long has Connor been with you?"

"I don't know…two months?"

"While I have never had a protege of my own, I am to understand having one for the first time requires a learning curve. Just because you are bad at it right now, does not mean you will not learn and become better."

"Think so?"

"Of course. You are smart and an extremely capable vigilante. You will be a great mentor. Just give it some time." Kaldur kept rubbing Roy's back as the archer slowly calmed down even more. "I have absolute faith in you, my love. You can do anything."

"Thank you. You're the best."

"You deserve nothing less."

Roy smiled a little, then pulled his face out of his boyfriend's shoulder. "I'm so happy you're here. I've missed you."

"I have missed you as well."

Roy leaned in and kissed Kaldur deeply for a few seconds. "We could always…catch up." He started sliding his hand toward's the Atlantean's waist.

"Hmm…" Kaldur returns the kiss for a few seconds. "As much as I would enjoy that, very, very much, I do not think it would be wise to do this on the floor of your headquarters where you regularly spend time with your new protege."

Roy sighed low, then kissed Kaldur again. "You're right. I really wish we could though. Its been a while."

"I know. We should consider that a disadvantage to our hero lives."

"Probably."

Kaldur saw the book on the ground behind Roy, then started stroking his back again. "Why do you have that book?"

"Oh… It- It was Jay's and…Connor wanted to read it."

"And you did not want him to?"

"I don't know. I think it was just…everything else too. You know?"

"I do." Kaldur kissed his forehead. "You are doing fine. Just keep working on it and it will get better."

"I hope so." Roy leaned his head on Kadlur's shoulder. "I just want to stay here with you."

"As do I. But you have a protege to get back to and fix things with."

"Guess so." As much as Roy wanted to stay here, in the arms of his boyfriend where it was safe and calming, he knew he needed to go back and make things better between him and Connor. "Promise you'll come back soon?"

"I promise."

"Good. And…can you maybe not tell anyone about Connor? He's a good kid, but he's still Oliver's son and I'm afraid how people will react."

"That is…not a bad idea. You have my word, of course, my love."

"Thank you." Roy kissed him again. "Shijéí bóhodínínil."

"…I don't know what you said, but it sounded very romantic."

"It was." Roy spent another minute kissing Kaldur before he reluctantly pulled away and stood up. "I love you."

"I love you too. I will always love you."

"Forever?"

Kaldur smiled and leaned in for another kiss. "Forever."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

The words made a warmth settle in his chest. "Good."

— —

When Roy returned to the apartment, Peter Pan in hand, he didn't immediately see Connor. On instinct, he went to the teen's bedroom and knocked on the door. "Connor?" he asked. "Are you there?"

"Yeah…" came the hesitant reply after a few moments.

Roy opened the door to find the teen sitting at the desk. "Hey, kid."

"Hi…"

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds. Roy moved forward and looked over Connor's shoulder. "What're you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing, huh?" Roy studied the notebook and almost smiled. "It looks like you're designing a suit."

"…Maybe."

"It looks good. Have you been thinking about a name?"

"Kind of."

There was more silence, so Roy crouched down next to the teen. "Connor-"

"I'm sorry."

"I- Wait, why are you sorry?"

"I don't know. Whatever- Whatever I did. Whatever made you freak out."

Roy swallowed. "It wasn't your fault-"

"You don't have to do that."

"Do what?"

"Try to make this better. You don't like or want me here. I understand. We don't have to be anything more than partners. It's ok."

"Connor-"

"Can I be alone please?"

"Sure. I'll go…work on dinner." Roy didn't get a response, so he left the room. When the door shut behind him, he leaned against it and rubbed his face. 'What a fun holiday this has been. I completely messed things up with Connor and broke down and had a panic attack. I can't remember the last time I had a Thanksgiving this horrible.' Part of him thought it was his first holiday after Brave Bow died. 'This grief and loneliness feels horribly familiar.' Which is probably how Connor felt about losing his mom. 'I know how he feels, but I don't know who to…tell him that. He has all these walls and he's so distant. I appreciate that Kal has so much faith in me but I really don't know what I'm doing. God, I really wish Bruce were talking to me. Then I could ask him for advice.' But it looked like Roy was on his own. 'I'm in such uncharted territory here, it's not even funny. What am I going to do?'

A/N: *Shijéí bóhodínínil: you set my heart on fire. Translation courtesy of daybreakwarrior's video on Youtube. Let me know what you think!