Now the adrenaline was completely gone. Now Jericho was all but defenseless atop this small building. All alone Jericho thought about what he had done. Thought of the blood he spilt, the bonds he'd broken, and the ally he crushed. Was it going to be worth it in the end? Probably not but Jericho was the Savior and if he stopped one he might save ten or a hundred. That meant it was worth it.
"Well then,” He could feel that his body wanted to regain strength and it was but slowly, "I need to find Orochi to figure out if he's as bad as Kevin says. I might pass judgment twice in a week, but how am I going to-"
"Hey Jericho, what'cha doing up there man?" Roivas looked down to see Tommy, who was out for a run, looking back at him with worry, "Is that your blood?! You look like you just got wrecked...so get on down here and let me have a look at you,"
Jericho pulled himself down to the ground slowly and sat on a bench. While looking Tommy would mutter things like "God your leg is messed up" and "Told you not to go messing with no one.” It was only after Tommy insisted on Roivas telling that it got quiet.
"Well man you're going to tell me or else!” The trainer used his coaching voice.
"No, really Tommy, I can't tell you. What I can tell you is that we need a new place to live,” Jericho was not as tired now but it would be almost another day before his strength was back to his maximum.
"What happened to Kevin's house?" Tommy asked as he wiped blood off the tired Roivas with a rag, "It ain't good enough for you no more?"
"Tommy...” Jericho sighed deeply, "This is Kevin's blood,"
Then there was silence. The two walked down the streets of the city and the fight wasn't mentioned at all. Jericho did tell Tommy that they were going to search for a man named Orochi who lived on the island and Tommy said he could find him in a day or two if he had access to a computer.