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Location: War room
Health: Perfect
Inventory: XXX
Actions: Yell at Mundhir[/hider]

When 9 entered the room, he was swarmed by emotions of rage and hostility, even more so when he asked his simple question. If he was a lesser being he would be afraid, but these soft skins didn't scare him and while the half bloods words soothed 9's anger, it only lasted for a second. 9's rage roiled to the surface and spilled out in a aura of hostility that sparked a deep hiss from deep within his chest. His eyes turning a deep red as green energy burned around them, 9 sent his voice over towards web chest himself, the message never reaching the minds of his friends or subordinates. With a voice dripping with rage, 9 said [b][i]"After what I did to save you, this is how you repay my sacrifice? You have me locked in a cage, guards pointing their sticks at me like an animal!"[/i][/b]

Growling a little more loudly, his next message entered the minds of the rest of the people present, [b][i]"I AM NOT SOME BEAST TO BE LOCKED IN A CAGE! If I didn't waste the energy saving you I could have been to my home, I COULD HAVE SAVED THEM!"[/i][/b] However, this proved to be the breaking point of his mental barriers. With the utterance of his family, the mental blocks that 9 hastily set up crumbled into dust and the memories flooded back in. The pain, the suffering, the loneliness, it all came to him with the force of a boulder. Falling down, 9 clutched his head with his uppermost hands as the lower pair slammed into the ground and caused a spiderweb of cracks to spread around him.

Looking back to the prince, 9 said "They are all gone, I'm the only one left. You don't even know what that means to a being like me. For the first time, I am truly... alone." As a race of psychically dependent beings, 9 had know idea of what alone meant until this day. To the other races it would mean nothing more than to be without someone for a time, but for 9 it was a concept as alien as he was. The link between his people were so strong that even in death they never truly died, only present in ethereal form before being placed back into a new body. 

However this was different, whatever happened not only killed their body but destroyed their souls. In essence, 9 was the last and the only of his kind. It was too much for 9, he broke down under the wait of nothingness. No comfort from his siblings, no wisdom from his queen, and no support in his dire state. With the way 9's people were, they had no way of expelling emotions except for spreading them amongst others for fear of that emotion taking control of their lives. Giving a pathetic keen, 9 released another wave of grief as the emotion began to push away at the very fabric of his being.