Ning sat in front of a man in his late twenties that had great flowing green hair, a great beard and mustache on his face, and a 3-year-old girl playing with some sort of metallic toy in her arm.
Ning gave a sympathetic smile and said, "So it really is a no, huh?"
The man shook his head at what a shame it all was. "Yes, it is a no."
"This is quite a surprise to me, I must say. But I suppose it was more of a surprise to you than anything," he said.
"If you had asked me this very question 4 years ago, I would've said yes, but now, I can't," the man said as he played with the child on his lap. "I can't leave them, and taking them away from here would be a crime in my eyes because I know what harsh life they would have to live there."
Ning smiled a little and looked at the little girl. He thought of something and created something using the system.
A small bottle appeared in his hands, one that was filled with some sort of silver liquid.
