Virio noticed many heads turning focused on an altercation with a worker and patron, shaking his head absently. That's the way the world was, wasn't it? Riddled with worms of inconsideration and selfishness. And without the confidence, attitude, of the world to fight back, the weak would be run over and the evil would simply continue. In that moment, Virio felt very alone - those words were saddened with the curse of reality, imposing its presence undoubtedly. With a shake of his head, he headed for the pair, his dark eyes focused on the boy who yelled at her.