[Rosekitten]

He kept going over in his mind what he would say or what the hell he could say that would convince Mizuki that he wasn't some fake. What could he say. Thinking over what he had blurted out he couldn't think of much else. What had he told Mizuki that only he would know. Maybe there was something from their previous time together, that was possible. Though nothing stuck out really. Nothing that couldn't have been researched or looked up over the years anyway.

He finally sighed a little giving up on trying to think of a back up plan for now. He was beyond tired and he didn't have the energy to bother thinking on it. Maybe he should just pray that the damned sword didn't betray him the one time he needed it. Though it was the reason that he was here in combination with his magic.

If Mizuki was destroyed now what would he do if he actually killed him and found out later? He doubted he would come back a second time, that was probably a fluke he did it this time around. The only thing he could do now was hope that Luna got that second chance, that was probably a long shot on its own.

On top of that hope that he had enough energy if Mizuki seemed to trust that damned sword so much. He was probably going to have to focus any every he had to probably get the stupid blade to respond in the slightest. If he didn't trust Luna's word so damn much he might have thought about saving up enough energy to see about breaking these bindings.

Though he had to convince Mizuki, if they hadn't already killed Raden they would after they were finished with him. "Stupid boy.." He muttered a little to himself. Raden could have run but that damned loyalty in him never let him turn his back on Thalion once. Through training he'd probably be a damned good ranger in the long run. But he had to live through this. Getting tangled up in this mess was hardly his fault.

Somehow through the night he manged to get sleep, he wasn't sure how besides that he was too tired to bother caring anymore. Morning seemed to come all too early. He didn't feel all that rested and he knew that meant his energy had hardly recovered as much as he needed or would have liked. That was just his luck wasn't it? He could find a bit of humor in dying here though it was grim humor.