<span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Zane Alsanai</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #408000">â€œHow are you going to tell him Lily?â€</span><br/><br/>"Is that Stella? And Lily? Alais." Zane looked down the edge of the building he stood upon, seeing the two walking. As he had last seen, Alais was covered in blood. A sight he was not comfortable with seeing at all.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">â€œPlease, Stella. Use Alais. And I donâ€™t know. I didnâ€™t plan on telling him at all.â€</span><br/><br/>"Telling who what?" Zane muttered too himself. Maybe that she was back? Returning to Styx for good? Or was she talking about something else?<br/><br/><span style="color: #408000">"Why does it matter to a dead woman what she is called? He's taken the blame for killing you and mourned you all these years and you can't even tell him about the child he helped create?"</span><br/><br/>Zane blinked. "What...is she.....?"<br/><br/>â€œClearly, I am not a dead woman, Stella,â€ she said, nearly growling. The shadows were stirring, swirling around her. â€œWhat do you know, Stella?â€ Alais said, tossing her hair back, expression cold. Stalking close to the other woman, she ran her fingers across the daggers belted at her waist. â€œYou know nothing about my reasons. You think it didnâ€™t hurt me?â€ Her voice was low and soft as she spoke. â€œI only did what I thought was best.â€<br/><br/>Zane blinked again as it dawned on them what they were speaking of. "Fathered child....not know....." It was as if his mind had litterly blown a fuse trying too actually take in what had been said.<br/><br/>The Sentrada was laughing in his subconscious.<span style="color: #BF0000">HOW DELICIOUS! YOUR A FATHER!</span><br/><br/>Zane felt his limbs go numb.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">wait, what are you-? STOP!</span><br/><br/>He was suddenly tumbling over the edge of the building. Ha landed squarely between the two, his body slamming into the floor with a nasty thud, blood staining the floor. However, the Sentrada kept him healing from stopping, allowing him too survive the long dead drop.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Serra Alsanai</span></span></span><br/><br/>"Yeah, that happens to people over the course of 15 ears." She replied dryly. "You idiot. Running off after the war, going rogue. What was going through your head coming back here?" she shook her head and took some of the medical alcohol, cleaning his minor wounds before applying a minimal amount of medicinal wrap. She was about too speak more harshly when she noticed the almost dead expression on his face from pain. She immediately softened and retrieved new temporary robes for him. "Here. Their hood will keep you from being seen. not everyone wants you captured and dead you know." She said. "Follow me again." She turned and headed towards the exit. "Be best if I got you out of here."