Tsuâ??s eyes followed to the elfâ?¦ Was she his replacement? The thought crossed his mind, the stem of the rose driving up to his shoulder, the thorns tearing painfully at the fresh skin as it had never went that high. Jealousy. That was the emotion he was feeling. It had been a while since he had experienced such emotions toward another being. It was a strange sensationâ?¦<span class="fixed-color" style="color:limegreen">â??Masterâ?¦you are bleeding moreâ?¦â?</span>Firuâ??en telepathically alerted its master as it looked to him.  Tsuâ??s attention was directed toward the Youngest Knight however, as he approached him.<br/><br/>It seemed the other hadnâ??t changed a bit coming to him so carelessly. Tsuâ??Ro, although he would have nothing of it, could have been apart of the Dark Army. He could have struck the Youngest Knight down where he stoodâ?¦<span class="fixed-color" style="color:green">â??No, I donâ??t want to bother your friendâ?¦.â?</span>He quickly replied with a small smile.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:limegreen">â??Master it would be so easy for you to just let their elf heal youâ?¦â?</span>and while that was true, Tsuâ??Ro wouldnâ??t allow it.  He already, even though he knew nothing of her, didnâ??t like the elf as it seemed she had replaced him. Taken his destinyâ?¦erased his purpose. It was a naÃ¯ve thought, Tsuâ??Ro knew it butâ?¦ he couldnâ??t help but feel soâ?¦so envious of the Elf.<br/><br/>Instinctively Tsuâ??Ro pulled his arm back not wanting the other to see that it was his powers that caused his own injury. Brandâ??s next comment made Tsu laugh. The knight was always enough to make him smile when he was feeling anything other than happy. There was a warm sensation that stirred deep inside him that almost made him want to pull down his hood and reveal who he was. However, the fear of him being repulsed by his presenceâ?¦.the thought of Brand believing those ugly rumors about him stopped that thought from becoming a reality. Even though his accusations were wrong he didnâ??t correct the night, figuring it was best to stay deep in disguise.<br/><br/>He almost stepped back as Zâ??s hand went from his injured arm to the hood of his cloak. Was he going to pull it down? No, it seemed he was measuring his height. He wasnâ??t sure, but his sudden closeness caused the thorns of the rose to retract, the stem shortening. The feeling of it tearing from him was nearly unbearableâ?¦it seemed worse than the feeling of the thorns ripping into his skin. Actually, when the thorns did tear open his skin it was quite relaxing. He supposed thatâ??s why he was always doing it and not knowing.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:green">â??Itâ??s not so bad reallyâ?¦Men never approach a woman whoâ??s so tall and could possibly be a man..â?</span>he said with a soft chuckle. He lifted up his sleeve to reveal a tattered arm, open with scars and tears, a white rose clean of his blood seeming to just sprout from his wrist, if one hadnâ??t noticed the stem-like vine that encircled it..<span class="fixed-color" style="color:green">â??I just need some bandages and whatnotâ?¦â?</span>he said nonchalantly, letting the white cloak drop down over his arm.