Pressing past the stables, where his horses slept silently, Shift locked on to the water ahead. It wouldn't be long now. Once he had the chance to cool off, these feelings would fade, then he'd regain control and apologize for what he'd done. He thought this, but...every step that failed to land him at the stream only hastened his descent. As though it were all he could see, and desperately needed, he fought to steady himself and struggle forward.<br/><br/>By the time he arrived at the water's edge, a pair of shadow gauntlets had taken full form, releasing a trail of dark mist in the air. At times like this, Shift wondered if he had any sense at all. From seemingly nothing, he'd started losing his grip, and was now fighting just to keep things in check. What would happen if things continued? What would become of his surroundings? These questions raced in his mind, but valid as they were, they only seemed to fuel the fire. He needed to find the source of the problem, yet he had no clue what that was! As the dark armor steadily wrapped around his shoulders, then weaved its way across his neck and torso, Shift let out a visceral scream, falling helplessly into the water; his ever-growing armor dragging him to the bottom.