Regis had a lot of other things on his mind, For the most part he had just been walking around and finding places to stay every once and a while. He even almost had one of many chances again to keep his life in one path forward, But he wanted a different kind of situation then a happy peaceful life now.
He wanted to make this fair and even his way, the only way he viewed fair and even. He sewed over it for much a long time some people wondered if he was even the same person even being cured and freed from what shaped him for so long. He felt the same, He felt normal.
But that normal was a hollow empty feeling of anger, The bitter pill of not feeling like he could have done anything effected him, The desire of what he wanted to just grabbed on to his mind more and more to what he would feel each step.
So it was would be one of the later evening part of the days, Dark out enough that Regis seemed to be the only man who would be a live here, He saw no one else, it seemed the phrase of the dead of night was true currently, Not that it was important to him. Something else was he was just searching to achieve it and had not found what would the missing piece, Until he did he kept looking.