Shenyo's eyes moved from hers to the ground, unsure of whether or not to speak. Yet at this point he owed it to her to tell the truth. "They already did that to me." His words hung in the air, but only raised more questions than it answered.<br/><br/>"I could barely walk most days. They would drag me around the mansion in loose chains from room to room. I was too weak to fight back. Many days I don't even remember if I was conscious or not." He let out a sigh, returning his eyes to her own. "What I remember most was the ballroom. Their laughter and jeers as they swung me from person to person with a savage, quick bite. As if they were sharing a meal or a glass of wine with everyone in the room." A hand moved up to rub his neck by the thought of it. Yet she would find no scars, nor traces of anything.<br/><br/>"Were they to do that with anyone else they would have died easily. My resilience and regeneration formed my prison more than any walls or bars could have. I wanted to die but they wouldn't let me. They knew where to stop, and knew I would have just enough the next day to keep them feeling alive." Gently his tail looped around her hips, which may have been a gesture to comfort himself more than her.<br/><br/>"One day they grew distracted with something. I'm not sure what it was. Infighting, or something else deemed important. They forgot about me long enough for me to be fully aware of where I was and what was happening. Until then I was in a haze." Shenyo leaned gently against a nearby tree and looked up, watching the sky. "I escaped. I blocked off every entrance and set fires where I could. Those who managed to get out I cut down on the spot. To my knowledge every one of them burned or died by my hand." His eyes looked back to her once more. "I never want that to happen to anyone else ever again. I will not hide from them or back down from them." His words were firm and unwavering. There was an intense hatred boiling within him for these creatures that they had formed for themselves. At this rate it may cause their own undoing.<br/><br/>Slowly his tail pulled her closer until his arms could hold her. "I'm more afraid of losing you than you are afraid of losing me." His voice was lower now, softer. "I've lost everyone I've ever loved. Why would you be any different?" It was a desperate plea, not an insult. It seemed he had grown fond of her as well, yet she was not as durable as he was. It seemed no one was, but that yet again may have been a curse more than a blessing. What is life if everyone you love dies before you?