While Meesei talked Janius down, he couldn't even look back into her eyes. His breathing became shallow with frustration that turned into anger. He was about to explode and shout at them both, asking what on Nirn he was meant to do while Kaleeth, the one he loved, was missing. He felt useless just waiting. She could have been in danger and all Janius was doing was sitting around.

Before he lost his temper, however, Zharanthixil showed up. Janius' glower was directed towards the Master-Hunter in response to his approach, almost completely forgetting about Fendros and Meesei in front of him.

Even though Zharanthixil's words were nothing he hadn't heard from him before, they caused Janius to angle his head from an angered bow to a somewhat defensive angle back. Janius was so upset by this point that his previous guilt about involving Kaleeth in all of this was coming back. He felt the truth in it. This was his fault. It wasn't even worth shouting over to Zharanthixil, demanding to know what he wanted with his presence. Janius was trapped in a corner. There was nothing he could do to fix the horrible situation he had created and that built his anger up to a breaking point.

With a snap of his arm, Janius pulled his axe out from its loop on his belt, his brow twitching as he stared Zharanthixil down. Janius let out a frustrated shout, spun around and threw his axe towards a tree near the common hut. It spun through the air with a rhythmic hum before it pinged blade first into the tree trunk. It hit the tree with such force that when the resulting leaves stopped falling from its branches, it revealed the corner of the axe blade to be lodged so deeply that it didn't look possible to remove.

By now, Janius had stomped back into the common hut and, from standing up straight and breathing heavily, he shut his eyes and collapsed to his hands and knees. He punched the packed earth floor with his fist and sounded a grunt that was high pitched with sadness. A tear fell from his face and sank into the floor.

Fendros gave a tense look to Zharanthixil before following Janius inside. He had never seen Janius this upset before, though he could partly understand. Having no control over a situation like this must be torture. Again, he didn't know quite how to handle this situation. He had not needed to calm Janius down before. Normally it was Janius calming down [i]Fendros[/i] when he had lost his temper.

"It wasn't meant to be like this...I didn't mean for this to happen..." Janius pressed his head against the knuckles of one hand. His muffled voice sounded between sobs and constricted breaths. It had a desperate tone that was losing hope. "This was my fault. I...I should not have let this happen. I love her..."

Despite his better judgement, Fendros hazarded some encouragement. "Janius, you can't just give up hope. There's still a chance-"

"-There was still a chance three days ago!" Janius shouted, interrupting Fendros, "I should have gone to look for her sooner. What in Oblivion's name am I meant to do if I can't go and look for her!?"