Osbourne felt more weight, but as before, this was in his chest, rather than on his back. Perhaps there was something tangled in his gears? He sighed, there was no choice. He had to destroy his home, and commit the highest act of betrayal. No matter where his alliance was, destroying something he considered his native land...<br/>Oz watched the scene and tried to resolve himself to the cause. He wanted to survive. As long as his kind existed he would be in peril. He wanted to keep on living, perhaps accompany Celris, watch her behavior, as well as the behavior of other Feral and Alune. To do that...he got the point.<br/><br/>Celris had kept her composure through the entire scene, but as she awoke she felt tears on her body's cheeks.  Dangit, she hadn't cried this much since...ever. How cold she hope to avenge anyone while sobbing like a pup? She rose, feeling oddly fatigued in body, and her eyes locked on Oz's halberd.<br/>It had to be, right? Same unusual material. Same unusual weapon. But, the citrine gem set into the blade. She wasn't sure if she'd seen that in her vision. She gritted her teeth and watched as Oz stirred and wakened.<br/>He glanced at her, "What are you staring at?"<br/>Celris shook her head, "Nothing, Oz." She looked about for the woman, "Miss?"