Plato got up from his bed and walked away from the hospital. It is raining outside! said Marlon. So what? asked Plato and took longer strides. Where are you headed? asked Marlon. Where I'am needed, he replied. I just saw the news, Amrlon rambled. The storm is going to get stronger he said. Son, said Plato. I was raised in the storm, he said to the much younger Marlon. So was I, said Marlon who apparently was raised in many a storms both in his house and outside. Then what are you afraid? asked Plato. I'am not, said Marlon. Good! he said. Where we are going, the wars are all fought in storms. And Plato said with pride, the greatest warrior out there summons it. He summons it, asked Marlon. Why would anyone summon a storm, asked Marlon. Because we see lightning and thunder and rain. He sees only battles. He sees only warriors who can endure the storm and stand beside him. They stepped outside in the pouring rain. He only sees if you are worthy, said Plato. Lightning bolted everywhere. First I thought it was to scare the enemy away. But only slowly did I realise that it was to scare away the people who ran away at first sight of trouble. Only the true warrior is worthy to fight beside him, said Plato and looked up at the skies. I want to be worthy, said Marlon with innocence. Here, said Plato and gave him a gun. Only waste a bullet on a person who does not deserve life, he said. And then he tossed him the gun. Marlon took the gun and it looked ever so different than it what is had done previously. There was a craft waiting for them outside. They got in and left.