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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1213077" data-attributes="member: 13737">Connor didn't recognize "Black" but did recognize a bully when he saw one.  He'd dealt with his fair share in school, but seldom did any have such a frightening air of superiority about him.  It unnerved him nearly as much as the soldiers, gun and deadly threat, though he tried to hide it as best as he could.  "We better do what he says," he says loudly enough for the others in the room to hear.  Just heard by the four near him he whispers, "for now."  He looks around the room, seeing where the other teens are that are having problems recovering from their sudden awakenings.  "I wish I was as strong as I was in my dreams," he says, managing a grin to the four "Black" had paid the most attention to.  He makes sure the girl hanging onto his arm is able to stand, and starts towards some of his fellow teens that are having troubles in order to help them.  "If ya see someone having trouble, lads and lasses, help 'em up," he calls out over the background noises, his booming voice carrying well. "Leaving one behind to gun toting soldiers mercies aint somethin' we want ta do.  We're in this together, an' we gotta help each other.  An' don't ye be worried.  That one be keepin' us alive for a reason, an obviously aint too scared of gettin' infected with any disease we might have."  He reaches down and helps pull a scared and crying teen to his feet.  "Don'tcha worry, pal.  Things'll be fine," he says, giving the boy a comforting pat on the back before offering his hand to the girl sitting on the floor beside him.</blockquote>

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