Red left his eyes and Foran looked at the shore as the small boat made it's way to a much larger boat. He put both his swords in the one scabbard he had. Redeemer and Child slayer. Cringing at the feelings he had.<br/><br/>Tasting blood on his tongue he wondered if it was his own, when had he started to enjoy killing? The face he was making was a pure fear, his eyebrows quivered before he face went blank and he sat looking at the black water.<br/><br/>They soon made it to the larger boat and were sitting around doing little to nothing but trying to forget. How could you forget that though. Foran wanted to cry but that was not what he had become.<br/><br/>Someone started singing not paying attention to the word until Foran looked towards Verita was kissing the Ashen elf which made Foran wonder what was going on. When did the girls start... She was now walking towards him.<br/><br/><span style="color: MediumTurquoise">I can't forget you when they're gone<br/>
		They're like a song that goes around in my head<br/>
		And how I regret, it's been so long<br/>
		Oh what went wrong? Could it be something I said? <br/>
</span><br/>Was she talking about him? How had she known he felt this way, he hadn't even looked at her. Not being able to forget was true, regret, he knew what went wrong. He wasn't strong enough to protect her. She hugged him wrapping her arms around him neck. Making him have a fear she was going to choke him and clenching up. She whispered into his ear words of the song and could feel the softness of her skin.<br/><br/>She put a light to his hand and haled not only the burn but as he tore off the cast that had once kept his broken arm in one piece he could feel the bone had healed. Though weird looking as a bulge did in his arm he could tell the arm would work just fine. The feathers around his neck tingled and he felt his heart skip a beat.<br/><br/><i><b>“A human helping a Ramen” </b></i>He muttered so maybe even the girl didn't hear him. He put a hand on the back of her head behind his own feeling the softness of it with his newly healed hand.<b> “Thank you” </b>It was a whisper only to hide the shaking in his speech. Moving the hand from the back of her head to her hand and bringing it up to his deformed lips he kissed it and stood up, letting the hand fall as he moved over to the railing of the boat so that he could quietly cry and no one would be able to see. Fear of what he was turning into, fear of dying, remorse, sorrow, pain in general, the blood lust leaving him, and worst of all the feeling that he will never see either of the birds again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>