Horen frowned he wasn't comfortable being the center of attention.... He knew they meant well.... But his whole life since he was young had taught him to avoid attention. His body expected to fight or be beaten at any moment. He was so tense he bent the fork he held...... But his mind was reliving the horrors he'd faced and suffered in the slave pits and arenas...... He was so lost he didn't notice anything around him. He saw the fights again and heard the yells. He felt the ghost pain of wounds he'd suffered that had long since healed.....<br/><br/>He stood and stepped away.<br/><br/>"Excuse me for my rudeness Lord....." He said in a voice devoid of emotion or even tone.... As if the words were just there.... He walked quickly from the room. He wasn't paying attention..... He just walked... He found himself back in His room somehow. He went to the closet and shut the door. He sat in the corner hugging his knees in the dark. All the while he heard the screams and saw the blood he'd spilt over the years. Each death haunted him. But he trembled and refused to cry...... He wouldn't break this time..... He wouldn't be weak. He just needed the dark to calm himself.....