[b]stunned by this revelation. The fact that his old friend...even though they have had hard times, was dying. Pants was saddened. But looking at this suit. The way the armour was shaped. How it's his size. The colours of it. And where he would put his mask. This was made by that same master craftsman...that same blade...that same friend. He once knew. If this was his friends apology.... It was accepted. Maybe not from his creation but from his words. So. Pants stepped into the suit. For it was beckoning too him. And activated it. [/b] Thank you...Cobalt Pheonix....my friend.