Xavier had always noticed the strange way Ash acted from the very beginning. He constantly tossed glimpses at him. He was an anomalous young man. It was a pity that Xavier couldn't get to ask him questions.
Xavier leaned back in his chair; finally getting comfortable. He sighed, looking at the giant dome that seemingly covered their sky. "I know it's been only a year ... but it feels like we've been in here, in this dome, for decades."
Ash gazed up at the dome. "Well, at least we're safe in here. I don't think there are many who would survive more than a day out there, not with those Demons roaming the area.
"I honestly miss the old world. In this dome, there is always a fight for everything. Fight for shelter, fight for money, fight for democracy, fight for food."
