[Funkduder]

Michael lifted his thought from her, returning his mental defenses to normal. "So she doesn't want to tell me after all." But then a final thought slipt into his mind before he reset his psychic block. If only to disprove Ruebella, I will NOT be useless.... Michael's eyes widened as he cursed himself again and again for hearing her thoughts, but at least he knew what was wrong now.
"Ruebella. It's doesn't sound like the blind assassin, so it's either the theurgic or Miss Red. Madam Red? Little Red, like from the fairy tales? No, what about... Ruebella... makes sense." Michael looked at the theurgist next Feenai. "She doesn't look very mad or uncomfortable next to her, so it must be her, then. Where have I heard that name before... ah, it doesn't matter, that's her name...though it could use some polishing. I'll call her Bella from now on."
Michael looked at the group sitting around the library. The blind man returned from whatever he was doing before and is now sleeping in the corner, and everyone else seemed to be doing their own thing, so he climbed up to the roof top, after nodding to Altiel, and meditated, drawing upon his brighter memories to keep him sane for the night with his new friends and to battle the presence of Jez'ebel that was still lingering in his mind....
....When morning came, he stood up, lowering instead of rising, strangely enough, and returned to the comfort and security that can only be found indoors, and began to eat his breakfast out of his rations.