Rimion raised an eyebrow at Max, his teeth clenching as he spoke as the rage was clear in his grip, not in his face. His smirk faded away instantly as Max's other hand found its way to his neck. He simply stared at the man with confusion in his eyes. As if the words he spoke were like stones in his ever bleeding heart. Yes, deepening the wounds that he sought to hide through his pride and unwillingness to serve anyone. His unwillingness to accept the fate he was taken into by force. At that moment, he could feel his heart sink... Within mere seconds, his defiant smirk and humored gaze melted away...<br/><br/>"When I will get it? When will YOU get it? When will Arin get it? When will any of YOU FUCKING MONSTERS ever get it?!" His voice bolted with anger, his eyes stuck on Max, like guns locked and loaded. Only waiting for someone to pull the trigger. "Allow me to explain myself, the other day and today... I was thought I could have a bit of fun with you. And just Arin's old, heartless ass... You've gone and lost it!" Rimion took a deep breath, turning away from Max, his face beset with anger,<br/><br/>"I dread to imagine what you must think of me... Yes, I am a masochist and I know that is probably the most demeaning thing in the world to be proud of it, but you know what? I am! But I didn't choose to be a masochist... It's because of monsters like YOU that I am what I am! And at one point, I thought that being a monster of a man's living toy was my fate... But it was something I took into my life in order to hide the scars that I now know will ever heal. Maximus Williams, was it? For a moment, I wanted to believe that I could finally drop this shell of mine. Let you be the first to not only see the scars of my body, but maybe the scars of my heart. You have been the second best Master I have had in my long, dreadful, sorrowful, blood-soaked life, but... I am sorry for messing with you for so long." He gave a heavy sigh, heading for the door, a small pause before he closed it shut.<br/><br/>He felt sick to his stomach for saying what he said. And he wanted to vomit from doing what he did. Max may not have been like all of his other Masters, but at least he had some care to even give him some decent lodgings. He didn't deserve any of that, and naturally... He wouldn't be surprised if Max hated him as well. It would not have changed anything he felt. He sat on a stump, looking up, letting the stars see the sorrow plastered on his face. The moon, joined by many stars to keep its company in the dark blue sky. He gave a heavy sigh, feeling too struck with guilt to really want to face Max again.