The Weston Superhero Museum
Setting his cellphone back away he listens to Lucas, slipping his hands in to his pockets. Idly his thumb brushes against the ring on his right hand. Lost in thought as he reads the plaque for Rehab again. Though his eyes were open, it was clear he was miles away from the spot they were in.
For the faintest of moments, if Lucas blinked he would have missed it, the brown of his eyes shift to a pale green color then back to brown. Closing his eyes, when he opens them, he's back from whatever thoughts that had picked at his brain. His relatively relaxed stance falters just a bit, betraying that feeling that the weight of the world was on his shoulders.
"Actions taken with the best of intentions can take a heavy, gruesome toll on the world around you. Fighting injustices, facing a corrupt system; it is a very fine line between savior, vigilante and villain. Even doing what you feel is right, is sometimes the worse thing you can do. It doesn't excuse their actions but it helps put them in to context. Actions that need to be stopped by force or through attempting to reason with them. Realizing one can be needed to quickly replace the other."
Kevin looks over the display, to the area around them, and then to Lucas.
"Maybe we should go somewhere a bit more private. As educational as this place can be, it is a bit to exposed."