ooc: Form, Optime. Time: 9:25pm, after sun set.
Recognise. That word....it was different. She was using different langauge from how she had saw him at the lake. Recognise....the significance of that word...he didn't want to consider the implications of it.But that wasn't the way his mind worked. To understand what happened next, X'ies would essentially shut down. It was probably something that even X'yrin hadn't seen before. An induced state of shock that had just completely over ridden everything. He was stood there, looking at her with his foggy eyes. But there was nothing calculating about what was going on behind them. Those eyes were TRUELY dead. It was as if he wasn't even there. He didn't move...so completely consumed in the thoughts and calculations of the implications of that one singular word.
Suddenly it occured to him, the brief description of what people would describe the weakness of love to be. Most importantly, the way X'yrin had described it previously to him at the lake. Love is agony, pain. He had held her crying....his fathers words "...It is a weakness that causes you to do the irrational...things that will prevent your own succession, placing that which you desire before yourself". He looked at her now, life coming back into his eyes, but with that life there was fear, terror like he had never known before. He shook, jolted back. " No". He stated, as if it was going to make any kind of change to the situation. He didn't want to believe it, he wanted to block out every single logical conclusion that he had. But it all led down to the one thing no matter how he looked at it.
Instead of leaving this pack when he had the sniff of blockage to his own advancement as his father would have wanted, he had stayed. Whenever he acted, he thought of his friend. The only reason he was here was -because- - of - -her-.. You hear a rumour of her, the first word in so long...and what is the first thing you do?...you run off and reunite with her....hehe...its always been there.....you aren't so strong after all?...are you?""...No no no no...". He backed away from her, backed into the corner side of the mountain, sliding down the edge of the wall. Covering his face and repeating the words. First at a normal rate of speech and then whispering them to himself as if he was Sira. "...You are infected.....a broken little toy..worse yet.....you didn't even know....but now that you do...you know just what you''ve lost now shes choosen someone else....". At that point. He stopped whispering, stopped shaking, just sat there, wide eyed and silent.