As soon as she left, Meiranis demeanor seemed to change from human-like to distressed. His claws tangled in the bedsheet, his knuckles turned white with how hard he gripped it. In his mind he fought a battle, a battle against himself.<br/><br/>He stood before his Shadow, his demon side to be more precise. They both looked each other over, when Meiranis finally spoke, "You know we need her."<br/><br/>The black being scoffed, "You claim you need her, but what good will she do? Even if she beings about your humanity, the side effects will speak for themselves." He snapped his fingers, and Meiranis felt his energy and youth drain out of him, his skin became puckered and wrinkled and he hunched over. His demonic counterpart loomed over him, red eyes flashing, "Your age will come back to you and you'll turn to dust. Why not continue the way you are now? Live as you have, and you will still live."<br/><br/>Meiranis growled in his sleep, uncomfortable about the nightmare he was having.