[While Jonathan was busy being a one-man hospital, Yusuke was doing his best trying to find more survivors, pulling through the broken bricks of the flattened stores and buildings hoping to detect any lingering trace of energy. Thanks to his dogged determination, a handful more were rescued from the wreckage... the last being a small child, no older than four or five. It was the last straw on his proverbial back, emotionally and mentally, and he sinks to the ground in exhaustion, head in his hands. Why did this have to happen? What was the point of this all? Just because someone was (rightfully) pissed off within CERES didn't mean they had to let their garbage spill into innocent people's lives like this.

The warm, soothing energy nearby was like a beacon in all of the despair, and he lifts his head up at Jonathan's question. Ah, right, this wasn't a completely lost cause. It was amazing how much better some of these people looked after Jonathan's help.]

Crappy. Pretty sure there's a ton injured people stuck in that train or underneath it, and this is the furthest thing from easy. How the hell do firefighters do it?

[His eyes flicker over to the intense glow of the other man's hands, the exact nature of his powers still a mystery.]

But... the ones that made it out have a chance, at least, so I'm glad for that. You're not worn out from that yet, though?