Obsidian Air is sitting at his spot, bucket next to him, he is holding a sign "Looking for a friend" people walk by him mostly giving him weird looks and shaking their head, he simply says god bless you or thank you to people. He is getting sadder every moment

"Hello everyone, my name is Obsidian Air and I know I haven't been here long but in the short time I've been here, I've managed to win two titles, I thought I was going up but they were taken away like everything else. It never seems like I can hold on to anything."

Obsidian visually upset, he puts his hands in prayer formation

" Please, someone, anyone, be my friend? I get tired of things taken away, I can't count on possessions, I learned that a long time ago and it's been retaught here. I need something to count on, maybe it can be a person for once instead of this spot I seem doomed to be forever at."

Obsidian goes to sleep shaking uncontrollably crying but he won't let the world see the tears.