Psycho had appeared in the mueseum with the rest of them, but he wasn't doing much fighting. He was leaning against the wall, lost in thought. He remembered what he had seen in the dreams of this 'Saphira'. He almost felt pity for the girl, remembering the fear she had falt as she was taken from her home, now burnt to ashes. He felt pity for her , although he didn't know quite why. He wanted to think that it served her right, but he just couldn't. Maybe it was that he knew the feeling, that feeling of being alone all his life. And maybe his hatred was all being saved for Slade, and he could spare none for this girl. After all, it was Slade who had destroyed his parents, it was Slade's fault that he had been alone in the world for so long, without a friend. No, Psycho would not hate Saphira, for she was just like him.