Cliffs laughs slightly at her metephor for puppet. "Yes our porince is a possy footed brat but he has reasons i am sure, just wont let anyone get close enough to learn about them. " He stops for a moment and rubs his own neck where she could see the brilliant blue vein. "Its the most painful thing you can do to our kind, I know i would rather die then have it cut. Even if it heals in two hours, those two hours its off we are completely volnerable, weak, helpless, and in the worst pain imaginable...We use it as the highest form of punishment..." he explanes. "I hate cutting it. But it needed to be done.." he smirks and pats her head. "Good Anthony needs someone to look at him, he is so stuborn."<br/><br/>The royal blue of his room the bed creeked and cracked as Anthony tossed and turned in his sleep, his breath shallow and heavy, quick and jagged. Sweat rolling down his face like rain, blood rolling from his sleeping eyes in the form of tears, these were his true tears. He never knew why but when he truly was upset it always made his tears bloody. Yelps and screams echeoed in his lonely coffin as he continued his sleeping rampage, knocking himself off the bed,<br/><br/>Outside the coffin a loud crash could be heard. Cliffs head jerked up in surprize. "What was that..." he whispered putting her down looking up curiously.