As they start out to the next room Seishu says between winces, “I was attacked. . . by a hippo in a pink tutu. . . five millenia ago, so. . . don't even TRY and tell me it doesn't happen.” His teeth begin to grind as Enasi giggles aloud. His free hand once again comes up to keep the nightmare guardian from snapping. With each stumble and reassurance he becomes more and more aggravated, but his reasonable mind managed to keep him under control all the way to the new room. But just when it looks like they are about to make it to the bed without incident Seishu yelps as he feels Enasi jolt and gets thrown forward on to the bed. The motion causes the wound in his shoulder to flare as he throws his hands out to catch himself.

A long string of curse words fly through his head as he lay shaking in pain and anger face down on the bed. He can hear talking going on behind him but none of the words register through the storm raging in his head. [i]'It's pointless to get angry, chances are he didn't mean to hurt me, but this is just too much! I'm kicked out of my kingdom, torn apart by one of my subjects, become at the mercy of a guy who's wanted nothing more than to never see me again since he first saw me, and now after his doctors short me on medical care because none of them have any balls, I get thrown across a room onto a bed suddenly, and I think my leg tore open. . . . .'[/i]

At that last thought Seishu manages to snap out of his funk and pull himself up slightly. A pile of clothes land on the mattress next to him.

[b]“Well I don't see any pink.”[/b]

Something snaps inside and Seishu pulls himself further on to the bed. Pushing hard with his good arm he manages to flip over so he's facing the dream realm natives. It barely clicks in his mind that he'll be wearing the clothes of his counterpart as he builds up his reserves. Glancing down at his leg he confirms that his leg wound has indeed been ripped open. With a low growl he pulls harder at what little energy he has left, and before the blood can drip down and ruin the new sheets he lashes out. Like purple fire his energy snaps out. Shaped like a thick lash it strikes out long ways across his leg wound and burns the wound close. The air is filled with the small of his burning flesh, and the cloth around the wound chars, wisps of smoke trickling upwards for a few moments before the pants stop smoldering.

His gaze rises slowly from his leg up to meet the eyes of his opposite. “I don't care.” His voice is low, and his tone menacing, however his weakening state is evident behind the malice. Taking a breath he starts again. “I don't care if he had the two brain cells it takes to realize the intelligence behind bringing me something not in that foul color, and even in my size: I am going to eat him.” He opens his moth to continue his rant but instead of harsh words a excruciating twinge in his shoulder pulls a scream from deep within him. Before he can catch his breath another throb pulsates through him, this time across his middle and with a faint sob he curls on his side. He doesn't even have the energy to cover his face as silent tears begin to drip slowly from his eyes. He barely manages to pull his legs up on to the bed before a mix or pain and exhausted energy rob him of his consciousness.