I sit watching Tony for a minute. He seems to be growing more depressed by the second. I wish I can make him feel better. Disregarding the mission, I really feel sorry for the teenager sitting next to me. If I could honestly help him, I would.
"Are you okay?" I ask him.
"Nobody can help me." he says. I put my hand on his arm. He seems startled and then he slowly relaxes.
"Come with me." I tell him, "Let's go to a diner where we can speak. We're not allowed to make any noise in this library, but when we can actually talk maybe I can help you." He looks at me for a minute and then nods slowly.
"Ok," he says. We get up from the table and we leave the library. We walk a short distance towards the diner. As we turn to enter the diner, I see the three men that is watching over me, following slowly. We walk into the diner and take a seat in a quiet corner.