One potion numbed him emotionally. It took his broken heart and sort of shoved it down under the curse. Said curse was given the opportunity to fester once more, drinking in the knowledge that it wouldn't be able to be broken. It would take time, but it would eventually eradicate any emotions Dimitri had grown for Kane. Unless Kane really loved him...but he doubted it. He<i>really </i>doubted it. The other potion was starting to carry his memories away. They were nasty little concoctions, though now that he was immortal they wouldn't last. In truth he didn't know when anything would come back. Well, other potions could negate the effects, but like hell he was doing any of that willingly. Grabbing his journal, he decided to write everything down before it was gone, because really he just wanted to resume his cursed state. It was so much easier to just hate and be hated.<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Eden had sensed Kane leave Dimitri abruptly. It wasn't like him. His once-lover hadn't left his side in three weeks, and it wasn't for lack of trying on his or Dimitraeus's part. No, something had happened. Something was wrong. He knew he wouldn't have gone top side, not yet. Eden knew just where he would've gone, because very few could get there. The abandoned oasis wasn't even a place he went to anymore, but the distant sound of the piano playing made his skin crawl. Somehow he had a feeling all his efforts had just made everything worse. Slowly, he went inside, seeing Kane hunched over the piano, feeling his depression.<br/><br/>"He told you," he stated, matter-of-factly.