Aliene slowly pushed herself up into a seated position on the bed, the silver ball resting next to her with the little soot ball curled in her lap as she absentmindly stroked him. Eyes red and puffy from crying she listened to Kenrou as he attempted to explain to her what the Midnight King had been talking about.<br/><br/>Starting blankly down at the cloudtail, she rubbed at the pain in her chest, a sense of loss, foreboding, hurt and betrayal a dark mix of emotions. Her breaths became shorter, tears starting anew. Vigorously shaking her head she gritted her teeth in a cocktail of anger, sorrow and fear. "W-What? ...but ..." Disbelief clear in her voice.<br/><br/>He said he'd help her, he said he'd teach her, he said... he said... he said. HE SAID!<br/><br/>Trembling she gripped the edge of her bed as her emotions finally broke though her bottle.<br/><br/>Despite the sunlight streaming through her bedroom window, the room suddenly got darker. The fire couldn't even put a dent into the gloom, snuffing it out all together. Even the cloudtail bristled and jumped away from her, hissing before going to hide behind Kanrou. The room almost began to move almost fold into itself, the room getting smaller, swirls of nasty wind starting up, books flying off the now bending and twisting shelves, the glass shaking violently with unseen force. Even the floor began to swirl taking the table Kenrou was at with it. Not that she noticed as she hugged her knees.<br/><br/>He'd lied! He'd turned her into a monster. Now she didn't belong anywhere, couldn't call anywhere home, couldn't have the peace and love she so craved. Her hope of ever going back to some semblance of normalcy, or attaining peace gone. He'd made her worse, condemned her! Whereas before she could go back if she found the right spell, now she truely would be a monster, like something out of those old films. It didn't help that the death screams still echoed in her mind from before. "I never wanted any of this! And now he's made me worse!" She cried, the bags under her eyes now dark shadows that made her look haunted and almost demonic, especially with her duel coloured eyes.<br/><br/>"No one ever stops to ask what I may need or want, without the hidden demands and threats and choices that aren't<i> really </i>choices. You are all the same!" She shouted, the window by her bed shattering outward. "Why should I think you people were any different to those back home? I'm just something to be used and abused, you don't really want to help me or teach me. Though it's not money you want, you still want this-this cursed energy, power, magic whatever the fuck you want to call it that's trapped within. No what you want is to puppet me, dress it up as an apprenticeship or learning or help, whatever, but it's all lies!" She glared up at Kanrou. "What you really mean to say is no, I can't die," she chucked the metal ball to the swirling ground, "but it will still hurt like a bitch. I should have ended it all when I had the guts, maybe then I'd finally have gotten some semblance of peace. Now I can't even do that!" She buried her head in her hands, letting out a frustrated screams that shook the very mansion, and like a domino effect the windows around the mansion shattered one by one.<br/><br/>Hikari shot towards the house at a fierce speed after having doing a perimeter check, feeling sick as she watched the windows shatter. "Papa! Brother!" She floated in front of the window to her father's office. "Speak Papa! Are you ok?" Looking up to Aliene's window where the pulse of energy was coming from. "What is going on?"<br/><br/>"I'm never going to be free am I..." Aliene whispered, her emotions a hurricane tearing her apart on the inside. "This is just another gilded prison." Aliene looked to the weapon Kanrou offered, gripping the hilt in her hand and unsheathing the blade. "Shall we test your theory?" Staring into the gleaming blade, contemplating something dark and bloody, duel coloured eyes glassy, cold - dead.<br/><br/>Gripping the blade in her bare hands, she poised the metal over her heart, blood dripping from her fingers. Though her hands shook, the tip of the blade touched her chest, pressing, pressing, pressing, drops dribbling down to stain her kimono, though she didn't flinch. "Maybe I'll finally meet my parents...what do you think?"