He started to walk home. Everyone liked Agent 4. Every girl wanted to.. There's no need to get into details. Bottom line, he was the hero of Inkopolis. Agent 4 was humbled and almost emotionless. On the contrary, Ryoko was starting to think lesser of him. He felt sick, so he tried to think of something else. Nothing worked though. He kept coming back to that memory of that Octoling's final moments. He should have done something. But it was too late for that. There was no going back. "Hey dude, what's wrong? Weren't you gonna do Turf War?" Oh, nothing. I was just uh.. Going to buy a new weapon.