Arcaeus was staring at Janelle as she fixed her clothes. She was staring into his eyes. She asked "What?" and it shook him out of his stupor. "Nothing." he said and he got off the bed. He walked out of the room and onto the balcony, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the banister, resting his forearms against the railing.<span style="font-style: italic">I don't know if I can bring her with me. I want her. I don't know why, and that frightens me. I don't know if I can trust myself around. He lips against my skin were electric. I just wanted to stay there forever and I don't need this shit now. Not when I'm finally getting close to the Portal. She said it might be safer to keep her close. How does that make any sense? If anything I'll just endanger her. And what is my obsession with her being a dragon? I think it stemmed from the fact that she snuck up on me. But she just keeps surprising me. I have no idea what to do.</span>Arcaeus was in turmoil. He lifted his right hand and stared at it, slowly balling it into a fist. He then, wordlessly, brought it down on the banister and smashed through a section.