Flames' mind began to wander, as it often did when he had no current goal. "I seem to have disrupted the tranquility this place had. The negative atmosphere only seems to have been formed recently, so my appearance must be the cause. I'll try and return this place to its tranquil state, its the least I could do, after all..." He thought to himself, saddened to have disturbed everyone by almost drowning. Why did this always happen?