Damiana had been with the Typhoon for some time now. And after everything that had happened recently, he had thought about wanting to get stronger, wanting to protect his home. Surley he could do, right? Damiana had thought about training, about wanting to be more involved with the Typhoon then he had.

He knew that the time was right, that he should find out how to be a full member and not just sit back and let the others do everything, while he didn't help. Damiana sat down next to where he was living for a moment looking at the sky. From this day forward he was going to change for the best and was going to pull his own weight.

Damiana stood up at the thought of pulling his own weight and smiled. "I want to be strong." He said proudly and happily. He wanted to protect his home and his family.

For a while, Michael had been in a similar position to Damiana. He hadn't truly known where he belonged after escaping from the Lost, and he had only followed after Roxie because he enjoyed her company – could see her as family. When he had first arrived, though, he hadn't known where he really fit in with the rest of The Typhoon. He had constantly been walking on eggshells, worried that everything would fall apart because of his past actions, whether it be his past as a thief or his brief stint within The Pitt. Thankfully, that hadn't seemed to be the case. He had lived out a life that he was proud of, and had reached where he was now – something he considered a feat to be proud of. Now, to see someone else going through a similar shift in their life... it was actually quite uplifting.

The dealer had just been passing by when he heard Damiana's bold statement, and he paused before turning and heading over. He waved a paw in greeting before he spoke, head tilting to one side, "Hello there, Damiana... that's quite the goal you've got there. Maybe your first step could be to join the Grim Rays? They know quite a bit about making yourself stronger." Of course, there was the possibility that Damiana was talking about a more vague sense of strength, like mental and emotional strength. However, physical strength never hurt in contributing to those.

Damiana hadn't excepted anyone to hear, but smiled seeing Michael. "Oh, hey Michael." He said happily. He then though about what Michael said. His smiled grew more as he jumped up. "That sounds like a good idea. I want to be able to protect everyone here. Damiana said yipping as he looked at Michael.

Damiana looked at Michael still, now sitting back down. "It's good to see you out and about. He said still smiling. He knew that he wanted to help everyone and protect them from danger.

Damiana sure did seem determined, which was hardly a bad thing within The Typhoon – or anywhere, really. The other's excitement was infectious, causing Michael to smile and laugh a bit before he nodded, "Well, I'm sure the Grim Rays would welcome you with open arms. It never hurts for us to have more of a fighting force, especially given the recent raids..." He trailed off momentarily, his blue gaze darkening, before he quickly shook his head. No reason to dwell on that, right now. Instead, he just purred warmly, "And, ah, it's good to see you out and about too. Was worried we had already scared you off." Or, more likely, other groups trying to fuck with them would scare him off.

Thankfully, though, the dealer wasn't given much time to dwell on that any longer. Instead, his attention was pulled away by the arrival of Vayne, his ears perking up at the child's passionate proclamation. He grinned down at Vayne, saying with a hum of approval, "Everybody in The Typhoon wants you to grow up nice and strong too, kid. Speaking of... it shouldn't be too long until you need a proper mentor, huh? Maybe you and Damiana could embrace the Grim Rays together. I'm sure there's plenty of them looking to mentor someone like you." Michael might've offered to mentor Vayne himself, under the Blackjack Rats, but the thought of doing so still made his chest ache. After everything that had happened with Trygve, taking on another apprentice didn't actually sound that appealing.

Damiana smiled grew more when he heard Vayne. He then looked at Vayne. "Hey there, Vayne." He said still smiling. He was glad to hear that he wasn't the only one who felt the way he did. Damiana then looked at Michael again before looking back at Vayne. "Let's get strong together than." Damiana added happily.

Damiana looked at Michael again. He tilt his head to the side. "Why would I be scared off, this is my home now." He said a bit confused about it until the whole situation came to his mind. "Oh, I see why now, but I wouldn't run off, if I did, I probably would have be killed. He added thinking about everything that had happened in the short amount of time.

Damiana smiled still at Vayne. He looked at Michael for a second. "Vayne, I agree we should." He said happily, yipping. Damiana was glad to have a home now and had someone that wanted to be strong with him. Damiana looked at Michael once more, he was still curious as to why Michael had thought that Damiana would have ran off.