Andrew looked at his hands and noticed that they were bright red, he grinned at the lack of pain and placed them in the snow, trying to cool them off at least. He pulled them back out of the snow and placed them inside of his pocket, wondering if this would have any effect later on. Probably, but not really. "Well Xem," he said calmly, staring into the fire "your parents may have died, but don't you think they would want you to stay alive? If you just don't care, your throwing your life away. And suffering always happens, but people learn from the mistakes and move on. My brother died and I got over it, the Order toke a large hit but they recovered, hell even P.A. suffered some, but we kept it in line. The true fact of it is, live today to fight another war."
Frankly his advice never really helped, but it was a way for the time to pass. If he didn't talk a lot, he would still be stuck in his mind, trying to sort things out. And he hated that greatly. He wanted to move on, but he couldn't fully do so for some reason. "Trust me," he said calmly once more "find something great to do to prove yourself. Me? I have killed a dragon, swam with the Loch Ness Monster, brought down my brothers killer, fought mutant bears and survived, fought demons and survived, single handedly toke down an entire pyramid to save my ex girlfriend, and... well I forgot some other things, but that's to just name a few." He wondered if that made him sound like he was bragging.