"Then find another purpose, one that's worth fighting for." Ales let his hands rest at his sides and approached the two replicas. "Use that anger on something productive and learn from your mistakes."

He understood. Wanting a purpose, wanting to be remembered...but to him, he wanted to change the world. There was nothing more satisfying than the thought of his frustration at society being put into good use despite others' qualms. Ira had a lot of potential in that rage.

"But you..."

He didn't know what to say. The feeling of emptiness? Ales was certain he never felt like that, but he did fall silent.

There was little time to ruminate over his feelings before Lydia burst into the room. Ales shot his head up, only to see her appear right by Ira. Hugging Ira. Ales looked at the other Heroes in silent questioning.