"It's over then?" Carnassus said looking around. He eventually faced Kitti again, blushed, bowed, and then began walking away.<br/><br/>He left the building and went a ways into the forest before stripping down to some tattered, black pants and lighting a fire before himself. He reached into his robes and took a bag out and set it down by the flames. Then he took a leaf from a nearby branch and gently warmed it over the flames until it caught.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The body of Tyr eventually gave up talking to Fexiryn and retreated to hide behind a bookshelf. Fear; new and unfamiliar, dancing in his very soul where once the fires of battle had drowned it out. He felt heavy with all the meek feelings he once deemed meaningless as he felt for a loss that he could not hope to understand.<br/><br/>"You're pathetic," a voice to his left very much like his own--it was his own. His spirit gingerly floated a few feet from him as it soared about some, finally coming to rest on an out reached shelf. "Just stay the hell away from me from now on. Do you understand?"<br/><br/>Tyr nodded.<br/><br/>"Good," his spirit said and disappeared.