[Rosekitten]

It was a rather awkward silence, both sides said nothing. Hell Mizuki seemed to act like he shouldn't be touching Thalion at all. He wasn't sure what to do or say to fix this, it was getting to him slowly. Everything had been fucking perfect till one comment. Though he couldn't hold it against Raden really, not with his past that he knew about. But seeing Mizuki act this way pained him, even if he didn't openly show it. To know the one he loved was being torn from the thoughts in his mind to the point he acted like this hurt more then anything. It also made Thalion realize that he couldn't do anything about it, a inability to help the one person he cared about.

When Mizuki finally spoke he looked at him, confused why he choose to say such words and only those words. Though his question was soon answered as Mizuki moved and stood up the couch. His lover seemed to speak yet again, but the next things to cross his lips were more painful then he could have imagined. The idea that Mizuki pretty much just told him he wasn't going to sleep with him hurt. That was the only thing Thalion had was the idea that he'd at least be able to help the other sleep. Even that was now ripped from him.

As Mizuki started walking away Thalion sat there, what was he suppose to do. Mizuki was never one to change his mind. His ears dropped for a short moment in his sudden realization of being weak, the fact he couldn't help no matter what he said or did. Even after all these years it hadn't changed he still had no true power to save the one thing he thought precious in his life.

Before Mizuki disappeared into the spear room he stood finally his ears back showing his temper had finally won over his mind and his eyes were narrow and cold. "Do what you want.." he said in a unemotional tone before he moved and walked out of the door leaving the building it's self behind. Like hell he was going to stay around with his thoughts like this, his mind wouldn't have let him sleep anyway even if he had wanted to.

Instead he walked to the training grounds, he had no idea what he'd do there but he needed some form of release on his current anger before he took it out on Mizuki. His mind was going back and forth, he was weak even through everything over the past year he couldn't do anything. Nothing had truly changed.

With these thoughts fueling him he had decided on a bit of archery practice, not that he needed it but you could release a good amount of energy with it in a short amount of time. His eyes were still cold and his mind was drawing a blank as to what to do about this, nothing was crossing his mind aside from how deep he wanted the arrow to embed it's self into the target before him.

He had a bow already and cocked as he waited a slip second before releasing the build up pressure from the weapon and listened for the sound as it struck true to it's target. He had already reloaded the weapon by the time the sound rang out, if this was on the battlefield he would have done so faster then this probably taking out at least 4-5 enemies by this time without a second thought.

He went about doing this a few more times before he stopped and just stood there with the next loaded arrow. The bow was ready for release and the mark was set already, but he didn't fire. Instead he was letting the pressure build up on the weapon as he went over his thoughts. What good was he if he couldn't keep the ones he cared about happy? He never saw it till now but maybe Mizuki was better off with the Eastern army, would everything have been better if he had been killed over two years ago? Sure the West would have probably fallen but what chance did they really stand against the East.. number wise it was over five to one, it was asking a bloody miracle.

Through all of this he ignored the fact his magic started to flick out against him again, though this time it directed it's self to the arrowhead. He was too deep in thought to worry or care about it, though it had happened once before during Mizuki's absence, before he decided it was no good for him to show emotions once again. Apparently he had been right at that time, he had let himself open up and this happened. His expression changed a little still in his thoughts as he seemed to drop any signs he was thinking or in pain by the thoughts in his mind, instead it was just a blank expression. One that he had when Mizuki first came here today, he wasn't going to open up again, he couldn't afford to have distractions anyway, he had units to train and others to look after without having to worry about one person.

It was this very train of thought Neimi feared the most, he had fallen into it for most of the year and nothing anyone said mattered unless it had to do with the safety of the resistance.