While Fexiryn gave her speech, Zenith's mind drifted into flashbacks of his time at the school. The played through his mind like a film without sound. Zenith lowered his head and averted his gaze so no one would be able to see the sorrow that was trying to push through his eyes. It was a strange feeling; to feel joy and sorrow at once. He remembered the smiles and laughs he shared with many. The anticipation he felt when plotting schemes with Ric. The compassion Zemblo felt for him. They both cared for him deeply, but he never returned their kindness. He was too oblivious, too blinded and obsessed with his own agenda for greed and power. He could see that he was too focused on the things that gave him pain and tormented him the he failed to see the positive aspects.<br/><br/>He had the friendship he wanted and he took it for granted. Now Ric and Zemblo were probably dead...and it was all his fault. He wa the one that released Dark Val, he was the reason all of this chaos and destruction destroyed so many lives including his own...and for what? He had lost those that truly mattered to him.<br/><br/>That's when everything he had been holding back, all the emotions he had locked away for so long began to fall from his eyes, dripping to the floor. He wanted all of this to stop. No more death, no more pain, no more despair, no more. He opened his watery eyes and realized that Fexiryn was still standing in his hand. His vision blurred by water, but he didn't care anymore.<br/><br/>He closed his hand gently over Fexiryn. He looked over at those that were staring at him from afar.<br/>"Don't say anymore..." Zenith began to say, "Your words cut deep. Deeper than any blade. My friends were too kind. They felt pain and sorrow, and now curse him, I feel them too."<br/>Zenith knelt down and looked at his hand that held Fexiryn. "You may have humiliated me back then, but my sins far outweigh anything you could do to me as punishment. Let us join forces...it would make<span style="font-style: italic">them</span>happy. It's the least I can do for them for the sacrifices they made."<br/><br/>Beams of light began to shoot out from Zenith's hand as he fused his powers with hers. Each beam glowing brighter and brighter as more shot out until a great flash lit the area. Zenith stood up once more... but something was different about him that couldn't be seen with the naked eye.<br/><br/>(( Wow what a long post. Sorry about some of those lines that were borderline cheesey. Perhaps all of them were cheesey and cliche. Anyways that's about it. I might edit or post a follow up one when I get back from work. ))