"Cute, yes, though... Well never mind, it's not important." Havoc said with a tired smile on his face. Then he could feel Auxana give him some magical energy, tears started to fall down his cheeks. T He faced forward on the horse hoping she couldn't see them. He gave a somewhat ragged sigh then cleared his throat before saying. "You're such a good soul, those are rare you know, at least as far as I've seen. People sometimes try to take advantage of that, I may not be worth being kind to, but I won't let anyone abuse your innocent nature. And I do definitely appreciate the kindness, whether deserved or not, it helps remind me there are things to live for. I'd like to see tomorrow if it means seeing your cute innocent kindness one more day, you also give me something to strive for. I've been chewed up and spit out by this world, it's hard to try to keep seeing the good in things. I assume you see good in me, otherwise you wouldn't act as you do, I'd also assume your wrong. I have too many bad episodes, I'm insane, I try to be better than the people I left at the academy, but then I do something like earlier. What good are the times I do something I think is good like giving you a ride, keeping you safe, and guiding you to Lubinnia, if I go beserk at any number of triggers."<br/><br/>He looked down and sighed again, then looked up at the plain ahead of them. "But don't worry, for every sane moment I have I'll do everything I can to do good, I have to, otherwise I'm better off dead. That's something I told Mallory a long time ago, as long as I can still do good while I'm sane, I won't kill myself. I hate suicide, even being alone with no one to hurt, Mallory doesn't count, but it's really not worth it. I would rather die a horrible painful death than kill myself, that's the ultimate giving up of hope, that's saying that you don't want there to be any more good moments in life. Bad moments are insubstantial, because there are so many of them, good moments are rare and every one of them should be cherished and seen as sacred. To me anyway, I honestly hope someone like you has more good moments in life than bad ones, but considering you had to flee your continent, maybe not, especially since that continent was Tor Korbin. Then again who knows, maybe monsters are more decent people than people are or maybe I've just been unlucky, I really don't know." He was used to talking a lot thanks to Mallory, talking helped him feel like a person and not an abomination.<br/><br/>Havoc was actually feeling a good bit better than before, he was glad to have her by his side, it meant a lot to him. As far as he was concerned there was only a hand full of good people in the world, and having one by his side, felt like having a unicorn at his side, and he didn't take her presence lightly. He sent a quick silent prayer of thanks to Kor'bin's dead spirit, he didn't hold much of the other gods too highly, he had seen the worst of their followers and it left a bad taste in his mouth. Kor'bin wasn't someone he had ever thought to praise before, but considering that he practically saw himself as a monster, the people of Tycroot treated both him and Mallory as monsters, and now the one person he appreciated in life was from Tor Kor'bin. Seemed pretty straight forward on who to pay homage to, dead or not, he wondered if Auxana prayed to him. It was said many from Tor Korbin did, which the Tycroot people saw as heresy, but that was propaganda and he had no idea if it was true or not. Havoc kicked Henry lightly on the side, the horse started moving slowly forward. He wasn't in much of a rush, having her at his back was nice and made him feel safe, not from others but from being inhuman, that was something he desperately needed.<br/><br/>The ride was uneventful so far, eventually Havoc stopped the horse. It was time for a break, so he jumped down and then helped Auxana down. He then created a skeletal trough with a strange skeletal creature at the end of it. Connected to the creature was an empty tube, he put some dark energy in the tube, which the creature used to create an odd looking fruit and water. Henry was used to this and didn't react to it other than to eat the food and drink from the now filled trough. Havoc smiled at his work, but eventually frowned when he saw his clothes, they were soaked in blood, it was odd he hadn't noticed it until now. He was going to take them off, but Auxana was standing right there, and he didn't want her to freak out from his body. "I think I'm going to make a changing stall, I'm not sure the best way to do it yet, but we should probably get out of these clothes. I have spare robes for both of us, sadly it would be hard for me to differentiate from the clothes and the blood to be able to turn it into dark energy without leaving a hole in the fabric. It'd use more mental energy than it's really worth, and we shouldn't go into town covered in blood, so changing stall it is. I just have to figure out the most cost effect way to do it." He was already starting to work with different variables as to what to do. Havoc of course didn't care about her being naked, he had no sexuality yet, he never cared about seeing naked men or women. But he figured she might care anyway, and he didn't want her to see him as inhuman as he felt.