Ziam followed after them as they left the base he nodded once, "I will do what is required," he said and without another word he left. He wasn't one for talking or one to make his thoughts known. He was better suited to his own company that to that of others. He felt a distant ache as he always did as he walked down the lanes towards where his mount waited. His transportation. He mounted feeling that ache press harder into him. He was thinking of his wife. Seeing her face like a glorious angel and it was bringing him closer to the brink of snapping. He could feel the building of emotions he'd always fought against. But worse was the fact that with her memories that darn headache built, and he knew if he kept this line of thought, if he wandered down this road much long he'd black out. He couldn't let this happen.<br/><br/>He shoved those thoughts away from his mind. Buried her face in anger and washed it away. He drew out his flask and drank deeply from it feeling the alcohol burn down his throat and into his very bones. He didn't get drunk, often, but he did drink when those faces and those memories washed through him. He swung up onto his horse and took off for Nemui Machi, maybe he'd make it in time. He set off at a gallop and the pace he set was reckless. Deadly. Had he been anyone else he would have killed his horse going this fast for this long. For him however it only caused the pain in his head to increase to heal the horse as it ran at the top of it's abilities. Renewing it's energies as it took him further and further from the capital and towards Nemui Machi.<br/><br/>The ride was hard, and he was worn and tired when he reached the city with barely any light left in the sky. His eyes were starting to sting from their need for sleep. His magic had taken a tole on him as well. The memories were just below the surface boiling like the ever blackened poison of his soul. The pain tearing into him like shards of glass. The pain in his head matched by the one in his heart. He would have done anything to kill something just to ease the ache in his chest. To loosen the knot of torment and failure.<br/><br/>He reached the boundaries of the spells and stopped moving. He dismounted and let the reins fall away from his hand raising both and letting his hands rest against the nigh invisible barrier. He could feel the magic as he could feel the aura of people when he healed them. He could sense where it was weak and fed energy into the spell to strengthen and reinforce it. This wasn't his strong points and magic was much harder for him now, but he worked in silence as he always did. Allowing that otherworldly sense to feel rather then using his actual senses.<br/><br/>Once done he dropped his hands weary to his bones. He looked over at the horse and had no energy to get back onto the stallions back. Instead he simply walked exhausted into the city itself. Just as dusk was finally taking away the last of the sunlight.