Quickdraw ignored the comander and walked beside Rin's body. He squared down, and pressed his hand on him, and closed his eyes. A part of him, wanted to scream, and fight, but he couldn't do that. Keeping his cool, was more important. "Tim, I need you to gather survivors and gather them, on the Skyfort. Take Dave," he said setting Dave down, "and grab Rin. We'll give him a proper burial. And look for Fern, and some of the others and rescue as many Metas who got involved or are in the area."
Quickdraw then turned and looked at Jack, and then at the comander. He seung his rifle into the firing position and walked forward. The soilders stared at him, with wide-eyed amazement, unsure of what to do. Quickdraw grabbed the comander's shirt, and gave it a twist before bringing him close. "You owe me, a million times over. If it wasn't for me, you not only wouldn't be where you are today, but instead you would have been killed. I used my powers for good back then, and I still do. Now let these kids go this time. They're my responsibility, and if you kill any of them, I'll come for you, and you know I will."