More screams. More battlecries. More crying in general. How did a simple riot turn into a bloodbath, the khajiit wondered. Regardless, the only thing that mattered was for him to stay alive, as well as his sister and her friends. As people fought, he ran. Only to the destination he chose while brushing pass the dwindling number of men and mer. Even though he wasn't killing their enemies himself, blood stained his mane as everyone became more drastic and frantic as the fight went on. He only looked behind once to spot the nord warrior who fought with him against the goblins, covering his back by taking down more foes. If they both lived, he would have to thank her later. 

Upon reaching his sister and her friends, they stood on the sidelines and watched the fight unfold. Nobody else decided to make them a primary target, but they kept their guard up just in case. Although Qara'Sion did believe it to be strange that his sister did not bark at him for running off to help a stranger but, the reason could possibly be that she assumed he was being brave for once and tried to stop the dwemer crab when in fact, he just snapped and blindly took control of the fight for the moment.

And to their benefit, it was partially a good thing he did. Because the damned automaton fell. They actually defeated it... "Unbelievable...."

The two khajiit rested on the side of a wall on their own, as the imperial and argonian left to deal with their own minor matters plus giving the two siblings their own time alone. Shenzi held a bucket of water to the side of her. "Alright... your turn to get the blood off of you." She spoke as she lifted said bucket. Qara'Sion obliged and lowered his head; the dreads obscuring his view of anything around them. It kind of was like old times when the siblings would take care of one of the symbols of their family. He just wished it could have been during another time...

This moment as Shenzi poured some of the water on him, he took the chance just to think about everything that had gone just now. Why did he act so blindly yet still precise?

Because he was scared and believed he was alone to do the bidding of others he did not know. Yet how come when Shenzi showed up, he didn't know what to do and felt the fear take control of him in a different way?

Because he was comforted by being alongside her, instead of those he did not know. He could feel his sister's fingers in his mane trying to scrub out the blood of those who had fallen just as he began to think of her. Now... thinking about her, why did he start to think about every single one of his siblings...?

Because he never felt he was as good as they were. All of them were just... better than he was. And facing death in the face probably forced him to think about his regrets... the regret of not being good enough to stay with the family he loved. Not strong, skilled, smart, or even good looking to be vain as they were. "Turn your head." His sister said to him. Without a word, his head tilted and she brushed his dreads to the side. Qara'Sion had a nice, clear view of the dwemer crab that finally laid in defeat. He understood just from the destroyed machinery why he was scared...

Because how could one not be? Even as it no longer functioned it was still intimidating to say the least. Then he had to deal with the two nords' friends and the fucking elf who aside from the larger nord, had the audacity to come up to him. Then what bothered him so much about that...?

Because he didn't like to be used by people he would never see again a day in his life. Heal this one. Hurt this one. Stop this one. He did all of that, and not even a bloody thank you.... all of these thoughts just created a mental breakdown for him. All of these clashing thoughts and emotions...

"Lean back now." Obliging, he sat down and tilted his head back as his sister told him to do; beginning to wash the front of his mane. The younger khajiit only looked into the eyes of his sister's: the gold and green eyes they shared. Only looking at her reminded him that their brother should have been with them. But at least, his brother was capable of staying alive and finding their eldest sister. But as Shenzi would put it, he's a capable killer. 

Just from the thought of what his sister would say about their brother, something struck Qara'Sion as odd. His brother definitely did work involving something not... clean. But, how did he find out about what was going on in Chorrol way back when? He worked for somebody, but he would never tell Qara'Sion who it was. Their sister definitely lived near Chorrol as he could tell Mufasa was visibly upset, yet what other reasons was he there at the camp? Who in the bloody world did he work for?

....He went through a list of things in his head. One seemed the most plausible but he wasn't exactly sure. When they meet again, he would have to confront him about it, so he could only hope his thoughts were wrong. It would be best not to mention anything to Shenzi, just for her own sake. But what he did know for sure were these few things.

He could not stay and fight in this war. He would have to tell those he fought along that.
He wanted to get back to the college and return to his home. The only home he had.
He needed to speak with his brother about numerous things... none pleasant topics of choice. 

"Okay, all done." His sister confirmed, prompting him to shake his head a bit. "Hey, Sion... are you okay? You've been quiet the whole time..." "I'm fine... I just need to relax a bit." He quickly told her as he leaned against the wall. He long since stopped looking into her eyes. She slowly shook her head once. "Alright... I'm going to check up on Belle and the fat-one.... you stay safe okay?" He only nodded as a response and as she frowned, his sister walked away from him.