Amante shut the door to Alice's room and made sure the two inside were still asleep. "She's fine. I think... it's her legs." He had to think, hard, back to what had happened. "The nurses were helping her walk and she just... lost it. They dropped her and she was on the floor, in pain, the whole time." He sounded hollow, staring off down the hallway and he continued. "I think, whatever happened, was caused by the pain she was in."

"Ah..." Elek frowned. "I will make sure doctors find the fault, then." Whatever it was, it had to be rather horrible, to give her so much pain, her powers would unleash so. He had never experienced presence of such mental power, it was impressive, yet scary. Elek realized that if someone as powerful became his enemy, even his own mind and sanity would not be safe anymore.

"Amante, are you alright? Did something else happen? I am worried - you are not your self these weeks." His concern was true, it showed in his expression and face. There was something that bothered Amante, and he was hiding it. The more time passed, the worse it became, seemingly reaching the very peak today, this moment. But Elek doubted he would receive an answer, or a honest one and sighed heavily. It would be just another excuse, or silence.

"I'm fine." Lie. "I'm just hungry and tired." Lie and Lie. "I'm going to head back to work." Avoidance and Excuse.

He rubbed at the back of his neck and started down the hall, keeping quiet as he went along. He planned to head back to the outpost, maybe grab a snack along the way, and distract himself with the task given to him by Elek weeks before.

Elek walked few steps with him. "You know you don't have to pretend, but if it what you wish. Take care." The man then turned around and walked towards to the doctor room, where he would assign examinations of the girl's legs. Whatever had happened, it could not repeat again. In all honesty, it already felt like they had marked their location on the map with all the possible flags and fireworks. Another display would only make it worse.

Someone shook Amante roughly by shoulder. "Get up, you drunk fool." The voice was angry and the shaking got more violent. When the man finally cracked his eyes open, Aiolia's face was first thing to come into focus. "You fool, you old fool," she said, but her voice was a little kinder now. "We've got to get you to some bed, come on, get up," she offered him hand to aid the hard process of standing up.

Amante had gone out, bought some booze and came back. He must have gotten drunk in one of the tunnels and staggered all the way back here without thinking. Of course, he ended up passing out against one of the buildings. Thankfully, most of everyone was fast asleep so they didn't see him.

His throat gurgled and as he started to slide toward the ground, he jerked up and blinked his eyes open. Mumbling nonsense he looked up at Aiolia and cringed, reaching out and moving her head to cover the light that came down toward his face. "Turn it out... what? What do you want?" Amante coughed into his elbow and sniffed, clearly his throat rather aggressively before taking a hearty swig of a bottle in his hand.

When he saw her hand, he pulled the bottle closer to his chest, "Get y'ur own!" He hiccuped and turned so his side was to the wall and she would have a considerably more difficult time getting the bottle away from him.

"You old oaf, you!" Aiolia hissed and gave him a sound kick on his rear end. Using the fact he was drunk and half passed out, she struggled for a moment and then managed to retrieve the bottle which she dropped without ceremony, leaving the content unusable, spilled on the concrete floor.

She crouched in front of him, glaring. "I have no idea why I am friends with you, you dumbass." Standing up, she grabbed his arm and tried to pull him up. "This isn't Amante I know, and just because someone lingers near a chick you like! You have no sense and no brains now, making me and Elek worry for you so." Aiolia pulled harder, but then gave up, for a moment. "Get a grip o your self, man! Drinking your self senseless, again! Whatever the fuck happened, is it worth giving up all you withstood for so long and sink to the bottom of a bottle?" Aiolia was brimming with anger, quite clearly - it hurt to see Amante so, for whatever was the reason. To see him give up on things one by one made her wish to punch some sense in the man. Instead, she attempted to get him up one more time.

He didn't do much after being kicked, laying with his chest and chin on the ground but bottle still firmly in hand. Aiolia struggled with him for a time and managed to get the bottle away- shattering it on the ground in the process. This did not go over well for Amante. He growled, snarled even, and started to sit up. Lines of fur zipped over his figure and he shoved her away again, speaking low and with a callous tone.

"Just shut the fuck up and mind your own BUSINESS!" After shoving her, he'd started to sit up but had yet to stand. Snarling and growling, he fought the fur back, drove it back under his skin with his mind. When he seemed a bit more sensible, he commented, "It's no one's business but mind. If I want to wash a few days away with the waves of liquor- LET ME!" A line of fur drove up one side of his face, an eye squeezing shut as the other glowed a golden yellow.

It was rare that he wandered into the base or an outpost while on a drinking binge and his attitude was likely why. It seemed being bothered, while drunk, brought out his rage and the lycan beneath much easier and faster than if he were on his own... and sober.

Aiolia drew back, when Amante sat back, but only to stand up straight. It was not that she wasn't startled, or even afraid of his werewolf form in a corner of her heart. But there were times when fear could not be shown, and when she was too pissed off to care. His words also hurt her, on some level.

"It's not just YOUR business!" the girl snapped. "If you feel horrible, if you are drunk, it's mine business because I am your friend!" She panted, the struggle with the much larger man having taken some out of her. "It's not just some empty word, when I see you wasting your self, doing more harm to your self." She wanted to say that just because she wasn't powerful, just because she couldn't change his mindset quite literally, it did not mean she would give up on him. But he wouldn't care, not at this point.

"I will not you do something bad to yourself! I will rather punch you my self, and those who hurt you, but not let you do this to your self." "And drinking makes you even more self pitying, stupid" She sniffed slightly, eyes filling with anger tears.

He frowned at her as she started to belittle him toward the end, but she was crying as well. With an elbow digging into the wall, he pulled himself up. "I'm not even supposed to be here." He cleared his throat and rubbed his neck, "This isn't supposed to be anyone's business but mine." Amante staggered but caught himself, still pointing at her. "Just fuck off."

Amante was not in the mood to explain himself to anyone and he certainly didn't want some weakling human trying to change his life when she could hardly cover her own ass. This was his problem and his alone. He staggered toward the tunnel system, grumbling and growling quietly to himself. He just wanted to be left alone.

"Stop 'supposing', it is my problem too, and it will be!" Aiolia wiped tears with back of her hand. "At least come and sleep it out!" But when Amante didn't reply, heading for the sewers, she sniffed again and turned around. "Fine, you never gave a damn about me anyways, did you," the girl muttered. Wrapping arms around her self, suddenly feeling cold and quite lonely, Aiolia headed back to her own little home. Everything was so messed up lately she saw no beginning or end of it. The few people dear to her seemed to slip further and further away, while she earned new enemies.
"I guess I am the wrong one again," Aiolia thought, shivering as memories of past sneaked up on her, untouched for months, as if they had been waiting for a opportunity like this to torment the girl.

Things were finally moving forward. Although a certain assault date was not given yet, it was predicted it could be this year, after Christmas. Maybe even her birthday, Leila mused quietly. She was neither happy nor upset about it, nor the blood that would be shed.

Leila was so naive and thought after the victory over the rebel group, she would immediately have the chance to finish off her employer. Although her shadows were spying relentlessly, the woman had not learned much more about this mysterious person.

Still, after some more work, it would all fall in places. In the mean time, Leila was taking it a little more easy. Now knowing all the near, and most far sewers like back of her hand, the girl could easily station her shadous on critical points and sit somewhere. That she was doing now, having found a nice, abandoned path way within the wall, Leila sat, legs dangling over the edge, crossed at ankles. It was off the ground, not too far, but the light from above gilded her hair.

The girl was writing something, humming softly, but then, an echo of one of her guard's 'mind' caught her attention and Leila quickly put the diary away, hidding in a small pocket. Other than that, she seemed to be calm about whatever was coming her way.

He wandered down the tunnel, chugging water out of a large, plastic bottle every few steps. Amante had remained drunk for close to two days and had decided to come out of his stupor. He was mostly sober at this point though alcohol still boiled about in his system, trickling through his blood stream and seeping through his liver.

Amante belched after another gulp and licked the excess water from his lips. Pace slowly, he recognized the scent... Leila. He stopped near her and looked over, motioning to her with his water. "What're you doing out here all by yourself?"

Leila looked him over, quietly enjoying that she did not have to look up to him for now. Then, the girl wrinkled her nose and shuddered. "You reek of alcohol. Again." Normally, one would not notice it, but although the various effects of her boosts were fading, her senses remained heightened. It would last maybe a month or so more, before they slowly returned to the ones of a normal human.

"And I am keeping a watch, of course. Don't need to run around all day." Leila shrugged. If he would not get lost in a few minutes, she would give him few nice words and remind just how bad he failed with the whole keep-a-watch mission. But for now, the girl indeed wanted to be left alone, just her diary and music to keep her company.

He grunted at her and pointed, "Hey," then paused and raised his arm, smelling his armpit area. Pleased, he asserted his pointing at her, "It's not that bad... I just need to bathe." Amante drank another few gulps and made a satiated sound, licking his lips and twisting the cap onto the top of the container. "If I remember correctly, weren't you supposed to be bombing the base or something?"

Leila resisted urge to roll her eyes. This man, his confidence was so annoying. And the way he thought he could poke nose in everything, in the same over confident manner. The girl smirked slightly at Amante's question, brushing hair away from her face.

"Well, you wouldn't know even if such attack was under way for tonight, since your watch-the-spy mission was a failure." Although her tone was calm, there was a taste of small victory in her mouth. However, against someone so irresponsible as him, it was not hard to win.

"So, why don't you go back to base to your little girlfriend or just get lost? There is no point in this anymore. The softy overestimated your reliability."

Waving his hand around, he motioned to her, "Yeah, secretly plant an explosion device or something along those lines in a place that is going to be watching you like a flock of hawks. Nice try, princess." He didn't actually know if Elek had put out an alert on her or not but, either way, it was always a possibility and it was unlikely Leila could call bluff.

His hand started to squeeze the container of water and he insisted on correcting her, "she is not my girlfriend. Mind your own business." He wasn't about to deal with this crap again- especially not from her.