“Now we are alone I have something to confess.” Ryan spoke the apprehension in his voice could not be doubted. “He goes I know I’ll probably lose you after this but I’m mentally ill I suffer from depression.” He rolled up his sleeves to show the network of scar tissue. “I never got treatment I was entitled to it. I understand if you want to reject me now.”<br/><br/>He turned away as if ashamed. Truth was on some level he was. He had registered what Uriel had just said but wanted to tell her as it had been weighing heavily on his mind. He knew he couldn’t take losing her or Anak but on the same hand he knew lying would guarantee that. He smiled weakly trying to appear stronger than he was. The memories playing on his mind didn’t help either. They were slowly coming back to him. Months of torture in the prison before… no that couldn’t be right. Ryan hadn’t escaped from prison they’d let him go, not a day before Uriel and the others arrived why would they do that?<br/><br/>“You hate me now don’t you?” He was so sure the answer would be yes, after all Ryan had only known pain in his life. Why would the love of his life be any different? He looked back up at her trying to gauge her reaction but he couldn’t, if his mother had survived no doubt she would have taught him how to read her people but she’d died giving birth to him and Jessica.  He knew he was returning home, after all he was half of their people so surely he may feel at home there. But could he do it without Uriel and Anak’s support? Probably not but he knew in his heart that either way this conversation would determine the path his life took. So for Ryan at least this was an extremely tense moment.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">you really are weak without me aren't you?</span>the strange voice in his head spoke once more. Ryan knew it was his own voice but it wasn't. Understanding eluded him with every turn but one problem at a time. Firstly he needed to see if the depression would effect his relastionship with Ureil. If it didn't then he'd get settled in with her in what ever home he could. Once that was dealt with then the voice in his head could be dealt with what ever it was.