Elliot rushed up the stairwell, the pressure of losing another human weighing down on his shoulders. His breath caught in his throat as he ran, climbing the stairs as quickly as he could. His hands trembled and his muscles tensed, his wings begging to burst through his clothes and grab Julian, to fly far away and make him forget his sorrows, to show him the beauty of the world. Tears welled up in his eyes, the pain of the past dragging him down into a hell of doubt and fear. "I won't let him die!" he cried out, his vision clouded by tears. 

The moment his feet reached the top level of stairs, he slammed his body against the door, forcing it open with a sharp wail from the rusted hinges of the doors, surely alerting Julien of his presence. He was panting, soft puffs of mist forming at his lips as he heaved. He gripped his hands into fists and opened his mouth to speak, only to be stopped by Julien's words.

"Leave me be, whoever you are, I wish to be alone."

Elliot looked quietly at him, his lips pursing ever so slightly as tears rolled down his cheeks. "Please, don't do what you're thinking...There's so much more in the world than the stuff you've been through. I can help you," he said, wiping the tears off of his face. He felt his wings move beneath his skin, ready to spread themselves out and take flight. He tensed up his back, willing his wings to calm themselves. 

Elliot had to focus. As his eyes looked at the pianist, he could see the darkness filling his soul, allowing for as much sorrow to flow into him as it could. It was like a sickness for humanity and Elliot tried his hardest to stop it.