Shenyo laughed at first. It must have been a jest, such a ridiculous and outlandish proposition. Yet their situation was still the same, and that realization made him grow quiet. They would be there, sooner or later, for both of them. They were out numbered by an entire army of butchers. Their prey was like that of a chicken to humans; they could run and hide, but not fight. The two of them were some of the very few who could stand up and push them back. Even still, given enough time even they would be overwhelmed, or caught by surprise.<br/><br/>"Giving yourself up would mean nothing. You'd simply die sooner, than later." Shenyo spoke after a time. "Maybe it's time we go together, put an end to this. See if we can take down some of their top people while we do it. It might give others hope if they learn of it." Shenyo pulled her closer as they laid in that now familiar nook. "We've avoided it long enough. We're not meant for this kind of peace." He paused. "I'm not meant for this." The voice inside agreed.<br/><br/>"Tomorrow morning we can head out, it's already pretty dark." A small gesture up to the sky. "What do you-" His voice froze. He bolted upright, almost tossing her off of him as he put both hands on opposite sides of the trees. "It rained! How!?" His voice was full of anger, and after another moment Lydia felt it too. The tree they were in shook, and began to scream out in agony in her mind. Shenyo tried to stand up and bring her with him, but their world started to tilt sideways as one of the tallest trees in the land began to fall. Blackness welcomed Lydia.