As he was being guided back down to the ground Red tried to fight for he wanted to continue on. Though Red knew what kind of condition he was in, and there was no sense fighting an already lost battle. Exhaling softly Red said right after "Your right." The words tasted like salt on the tongue for he hated knowledging others when his stubborn streak couldn't win<br/><br/>The floor was cold like it was earlier, this caused a minor chill to run up his back. His mind felt like it was slowly fading which Red tired to fight by concentrating on the nearest wall. There was still so much that needed to be answered that needed to be sorted out like who was Sorin and why would he send a puppet to deliver a message. What did he tell Deri? Different thoughts ran through his head, though as quick as he was thinking of new questions the older ones seemed to fade away.<br/><br/>Leaving Red with the feeling of being chased by darkness called sleep. His eyes would drape close for a few seconds before he would force them open once more.