<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;">Solas felt an unfamiliar warmth move through him and suddenly heart began to pound, muscles tensioning and a traumatic event followed. He involuntarily pressed his back against the femaleâ€™s palms and it put him in a situation where he was unable to be in complete control of his mind and body... A petrified spider. <br/><br/>She pulled him out of a confusing dreamy state of mind and before he could even know it, he was thrown back into something much worse, and beyond all measure. Something he did not wish to deal with... Something he has being denying for ages now. The empyrean realm and its remarkable sight... She gave him what he wanted in response to the curiosity he vehemently displayed the night before. <br/><br/>Now he regretted it...<br/><br/>Heart heavy and an unpleasant feeling of heat pooling in his body, that once Archangel glanced around him, but she was nowhere in sight. The great desire and the need to see that place once again, and the pain to actually see it through the femaleâ€™s memories were mingling until he couldn't separate them. <br/><br/>He stood in the doorway breathless, now glazed white-cataract eyes fixed on the pink stained jacket of the female. He despised his creator more than any other time before... A catastrophic ignorance he was oh so well aware of, and whatever <span style="font-style: italic">she</span> put him throughwas all it took to realize that time was all he had left now, and it grew <span style="font-style: italic">short</span>...<br/><br/></span></ul><ul><span style="vertical-align: sub;">My throat, my soul is hoarse; <br/>My heart is wither'd like a ground<br/>Which thou dost curse. My thoughts turn round, <br/>And make me giddy; Lord, I fall,<br/> Yet call.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">George Herbert,</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Longing</span></span><br/></ul>