<i>She really must have done a number on herself. </i>He thought to himself, what were the chances she'd hallucinate the wheelchair she was sitting in, in a different time period, with such specific details. It was definitely odd. "Don't worry dove, I'll stay right here. It's not like my place is cozy anyway," he tried to say with a smile, hoping his concern didn't show.<i>Her legs? That can't be good. </i>He knew that some head injuries could cause temporary loss of feeling, and it'd make sense too. She constantly was walking around, crawling through the dig site. Her legs were probably tired when she could feel them. If it stayed for too much longer though, he remembered where the local hospital was. She'd be in good hands there. "Do you know who the woman was? Or who she was waiting for on the bridge?"<br/><br/>Maybe a couple of simple questions will help her think, like trying to remember a dream after a long night of sleeping. It was hard for him to understand what forgetting things was like, and almost wished he could see what she'd seen. It'd be easy for him to remember. Hell, it'd be literally impossible for him to forget. He thought back to the list of artifacts, trying to recall a wheelchair.<i>The picture with Yi Long's father! He'd posed with the same wheelchair. </i>"Also dove, you said three people had been into the tomb, excluding me. Who was the third person? Do you remember that picture we found of Yi Long's dad? With the wheelchair."<br/><br/>Something about that irked him, internally. He could feel that it wasn't right, what<i>it </i>was. Although he was hired under Yi Long, he started thinking about all the paperwork required to get a warrant. Yi Long seemed to be getting more suspicious by the hour, from following Xiao Yu like a rutting dog to the wheelchair in the tomb. Something wasn't adding up, and if he had to go over Yi Long's head to figure it out, he would. Looking at Xiao Yu again, he held her tight to him. Frazzled and confused as she was, she could definitely use a shoulder to cry on. "You know darling, if you ever need me and I'm not here, you have my number. I can be here in an instant. I'd even go as far to say you should put me on speed dial. Yi Long doesn't seem to like us being together, and I want to make sure he doesn't try to do anything ridiculous."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The headbutt wasn't nearly Lengxie's full strength, but even with him holding back, the headbutt had An Bo seeing stars. He hit the ground hard, feeling the jolt rush through his body. Being a scholar, he wasn't exactly a fighter, but being upset, he wasn't going to let Lengxie just push him around. Picking himself up off the ground, using the table as leverage, he tried to focus on Lengxie. His head was throbbing, but he didn't care. Reaching out, he tried to push Lengxie away from him. "How could you possibly know what it's like? Being such a lowly person. I'm a teacher. You're a prince. Even if you are the last of your kind, you've only known grandeur. Imagine being born to mediocrity, a man of nothing, from a farmer and his wife. I wasn't blessed with a warrior's body. I had to work for my meals. You are a hero, people'd give themselves just to see you. But look at me."<br/><br/>He gestured to his disheveled look, the lack of sleep, and overwhelming amount of crying showing itself more than he would have been comfortable with. He looked every bit a broken man with nothing. "She didn't throw her life away from me, she threw me away, on the old bridge. She told me what I've always known. She is above anything I could ever amount to. On that bridge, she told me that I wouldn't be able to care for her, not the way you could. Not the way an Emperor could. Why would she give up the son of Heaven for a man of ink and dirt? Because trust me Lengxie, I've been racking my mind trying to think of how I could be what she wants. I can't rely on my title, or my brawn, I have only my wits to outmatch a prince and a soon to be Emperor." An Bo wasn't one to yell, he'd always preferred a quieter, simpler life. His father had been a humble man, his mother a proper wife. Violence wasn't something he did. But to have this... This<i>prince </i>come in here, and try to tell him his place. It angered him. He damn well knew his place. But even in the low lights seeping in from the doorway, the dull ink on parchment were just hopes, fragile as the parchment itself. He was going to fight this, in the only way he could.