"Good morning" said the familiar calm voice as it had done for almost twenty years, and the man sat up. The man thought about how much he has changed since he first time he stepped foot in the city, fresh out of school, a young "genius" who grew up in a farming village fifty miles from where he currently lived. He no longer carried a name, or sought one. He had finally reached the very thing he wanted, revolution.

Still the man thought of old times, another life and perhaps he missed it. The man turned to his masked lover as he completed the neat knot that held the mask in place, and asked an old question with as much interest as if it had never been asked before "How did you sleep Amon?"

Today, was different, instead of Amon's usual answer of climbing onto the man telling him that he was hogging the blankets, he replied with "Actually, Lieutenant something interesting happened today."

"Today?" he replied

"Yes, in my sleep I had a dream. More of a recollection of a memory now that I think about it."

"Was it upsetting?" the Lieutenant asked this knowing that Amon never ever brings up a topic unless it is of the utmost importance.

"Please calm down, I slept rather soundly. It was a rather fond memory, do you remember when we first started getting close?"

The Lieutenant closed his eyes and floated into his memories.

An engineer, is all he ever wanted to be. A young man fresh into the city, already lined up for a job at a new company named Future Industries. The city was everything he had anticipated and also feared. The streets adorned with the carriages of the wealthy and with a clear view of the many monuments he had heard so much about, but all at the same time the same fear that had kept him in his town swept over him. As he settled into his new apartment the reality had hit him. The Triple Threats, infamous for their hate crimes against non-benders were everywhere. Accusing some of not paying their "depts" and deciding it was only fair to burn their shops, in which most of the shop owners lived in small apartments above of.

In time the young engineer made friends amongst his coworkers, all of whom seem to be living in the same situation as him. And as young men often do when they are new to an area they explored, they begin a series of expeditions of the dingy part of the already crime striction Dragon Flats Borough.

Although not fond of drinking (do to a lack of alcoholic tolerance) the young man, happily follows his friends from bar to bar. The man likes to talk with the few sober patrons at the bars.

That particular night the young man's eyes zoom in on a particularly gloomy fellow, with a grey hood covered in small stains of reds, dirt and tattered hemming. Upon approaching the young man the young man noticed just how young the gloomy fellow looked, his delicate hands tracing the words scribbled on the bar's table, messages of hate and love, the table had become a melting pot of furious drunks and sad break ups. The gloomy boy, continued to look down at the table as the young man sat down next to him and said to him facetiously "Hey, kid I wouldn't hang out around here if I were you, I heard that there's a bloodbender going around robbing people,"

At that instant the gloomy boy jumped up and turned to face the engineer and just as quickly as he had turned to look, he went back to reading the table's messages.

"I should have figured that you weren't interested in talking, it's a shame too. You look like you haven't talked to people in weeks, it's no wonder you look so raggedy. I mean, you're at a bar and it's very obvious that you haven't had a shot of alcohol, but you still look like shit." the young man, now trying to annoy the boy into talking began to almost subconsciously inch his way closer to the boy.

"Can you just leave me alone, I just finished my fourteen hour shift and I am trying to get unwind before I have to walk back home." The young man, thought it was almost cute, the look of hatred his received from the gloomy boy and he told the boy "I like you gloomy boy, you're pretty serious. Which in my opinion is the best thing you have going for you."

"Why are you talking to me?"

"I love talking to people at bars, especially people who look like they need to talk."

The boy chuckled and stole a glance at the young man as he quietly told him "Ok, fine you win, come on tell me what you're dying you talk about."

"Oh, you clearly don't understand. I want to talk to talk about you. First off, I want a name gloomy boy, come on spit it out."

"No"

"Ok, I'll tell you mine, but you have to say yours first"

"My name is Noa-aa-Amon, my name is Amon. Just Amon, now , your end of the deal" And the young man smirked so fascinated by the boy's name almost forgetting that he promised to reveal his own.

"My name is Li Te."

The two continued to blabber to each other for what looked like the rest of the night.