Junari looks at her. Blinking a bit. Underwater? Images flashed through his mind. The ocean beginning to swallow up the majestic city. People running and screaming and begging the ancestors to spare them. The elders going to the ancestrial shrine and praying. Praying for their youngest prince to survive. Him running out to save his twin sister. So many images raced before hiseyes. He shook his head to focus in on her words. "No one else..." he repeats slowly. Sadly and with a look of pain. Looking at her. "Why is that?" He asks. Brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. Revealing short yet pointed ear tips beneath the long strands of white.<br/><br/>He looked at her. "The ancestors. The must have granted the elders and my parents wishes." He says softly. "The crystal and the power of the ancestors...my crystal of life." he says. Indicating the crystal bobbing on his chest. "Magic. The ancestors blessed us with magic. In the markings we are born with." He indicates his arms and his bare feet. Along with his neckline up to the edges of his cheek.