"You don't understand." Cal said quietly, grabbing Fexiryn's hand and lightly squeezing it for just a second before brushing it off his shoulder. "No one ever understands." He was getting angry again.<br/><br/>"You say I should be grateful that she helped me survive? To carry on her memory? That she would be glad that I was the one who killed her?" He jumped to his feet and grabbed Fexiryn by the neck, spinning around and slamming her into the wall and crushing her throat. His hand was shaking though.<br/><br/>"You say we are similar, that you know what I have been through. You know nothing!" He tightened his grip.<br/><br/>"I could have brought her back. It would have been simple but I didn't. Want to know why? I didn't want her to truly see what I had become. A monster. The thing of nightmares. I was scared of what her reaction would be. If she forgave me, I wouldn't be able to stay with her. She would die eventually and I would live on. If she hated me, I would have to live with that and the fact that I killed her in the first place." He tightened his grip further.<br/><br/>"It makes me wonder if there really is a point to life. If you get attached to something, you will undoubtedly be separated in the end. It just makes everything seem pointless. So why shouldn't I kill everything? Life is pain. Death is a release from all of that. Everything is so much simpler in death" His hand had stopped shaking and his voice was stronger. His eyes were burning red and he was toying with the idea of simply breaking the helpless Fexiryn's neck as he drained her magic.<br/><br/>Lunacy was oblivious to everything going on around her. She had passed out from the day's trials.