Ezra hadn't heard Reis run up behind him, nor had he heard his master's shocked exclamations when his fist went through the glass of his windowed door. He continued to scream as Reis wrangled him and brought him down to the floor, thrashing all the while. Had Reis thoroughly read the information booklet that had been provided when Ezra was delivered, he would have learned about the Tuloan Asha's penchant for violent, rabid fits whenever they were upset. Unlike their dull Belmiran counterparts, Tuloan Asha were fiery, mercurial beings who lived their lives in a perpetual state of raw, unbridled passion. This was wonderful when the Asha was happy and swimming in feelings of love and appreciation. But when an Asha felt unloved, rejected, even despised, rarely were they able to cope with the excruciating mental and physical anguish that came hand in hand with such emotions. Their first instinct was always to return to the earth, where things were calm and soothing there. Buried in the dirt among the plants and flowers, the scorn Asha would recuperate in its own time, sometimes taking a few hours, other times requiring days to return to a semi-normal state of mind. Ezra was feeling these horrific pains now for the first time in his life, and they were agonizing and overwhelming. He felt like his entire body was being engulfed in flames, like his limbs were being gnawed on by vicious beasts with pointy, jagged teeth. He hardly noticed the glass in his hand, for everywhere hurt, everywhere screamed for the sweet relief only the earth could possibly bring. Perhaps Master would like him better there, hidden in the ground, unheard and unseen.<br/><br/>Reis had managed to pin down all his limbs, but when Ezra looked up at his master, the man looked sickly and out of sorts. "<i>Terula!</i>" the Asha yelled, over and over in his master's face, unwilling to say anything else as the large cook came over, wrapping his injured hand in his apron and doling out instructions to both the pretty girl Ita and Master Reis. He was bellowing the Tuloan word for "earth," but Reis either did not understand him or did not care, because he did not remove himself from Ezra's body despite looking like he was about to lose all the contents of his stomach. Master Reis and Mister Yhet bickered back and forth about something, the words were coming across fuzzy in Ezra's ears.<br/><br/>Yhet's voice managed to cut through when he directed his gruff words at the Asha, and the young male's head jerked up to look at the bulky man as he situated himself over Ezra's arm. "Glass?" he mumbled, his eyes breaking their hazy stare and travelling down the length of his olive-toned arm until he saw the long streaks of red that leaked from his hand like winding rivers. Pieces of glass jutted from his fist. He thought they looked pretty. "Oh," he said simply, letting his head gently fall back as he watched Yhet carefully remove the shards from his skin.<br/><br/>Although Ezra still felt a severe amount of pain in all parts of his body, he remained still as Yhet focused on his hand. Interrupting a servant's work was something only bad Ashas did, this he knew. But wasn't he a bad Asha? Wasn't that why Master did not want him? Tears still streamed down Ezra's face, but all sounds had ceased. Instinctively, he did not want to distract Yhet from his task, although he truly didn't care whether or not Yhet managed to get all of the glass out.<br/><br/>"Please, I must go outside. My body, it hurts," he whispered after a long while, his voice shaky, the words fighting to be released. It looked as though Yhet had removed most of the glass from what Ezra could see, but with the man's large body leaning over him it was rather difficult to get a full look. "I am on fire. My bones are cracking. My muscles are being ripped apart like shredded meat for eating. Please. I am a bad Asha. Ashas must go into dirt, they must bury themselves. Bad Asha must live and die in the earth or they will be punished. Please. Please. It is cold and sad in this house, and I don't want them to take me when I am cold and sad. If I must be taken away, let them dig me from the depths of the earth. Then I won't upset Master so."