When Nadeline would explain what her nightmare was like, Savayna could believe it. She was shocked as all hell, but she did believe it. Nadeline was indeed without the skill of swimming, which was ironic since she grew up in a city surrounded by water. Though, Nadeline would cut it short as they had to hurry it along. The other’s wouldn’t get out of their nightmares by themselves. She would warn Savayna to watch out for monsters as they were incredibly strong. As they went through the halls, monsters would be slain here and there. Along the way of these halls, Nadeline noticed more pools of darkness and she would point out that one of them was quiet and deduced that it was the one belonging to Grant. Savayna would heed Nadeline’s words and would head into the one that was Grant’s. When Savayna went into Grant’s pool of darkness, she looked around and she recognized the elaborate and intricate designs along the room. The colors of blue and gold and white laced together so perfectly, including the bed. Yes, Savyana remembered exactly where she was. This was Grant’s room, formally his father’s. As she walked more through the room, she saw Grant hugging an unconscious woman. Her raven-colored hair matched Grant’s own. Savayna walked closer to Grant and she took notice to the painting. She then looked to the woman in Grant’s arms and it was his mother. [I]Is this his worst fear? Reliving his mother’s death?[/I] Savayna tried to piece what his was and as she would do that, there was another scene,t his time it was two men — one older and one in his late 20s. The younger one had just killed the older one and Grant was there seeing it and he then killed the younger one. Savayna was beginning to understand. [I]I see, so he’s reliving the worst moments in his life in succession.[/I] As Savayna continued to watch, then there was yet another scene, but this time it was at a resturant. She remembered this too. This was when they had that god-awful date. Savayna didn’t know that this was one of his worst memories; or rather, one of his fears. In this specific scene, it seemed the one moment that Savayna mentioned Jaakuna killing who he thought was his father for her. Savayna now had a look of surprise on her face. She literally had no idea that this was his a specific fear of his. [I]Did he fear that I would go to Jaakuna again?[/I] Savayna now understood more depths of Grant’s soul. Just as she was going to approach him, she was transported back to his room and there he was holding his mother again. Savayna didn’t understand. Why would it go back to here? Unless it was that he was reliving all of the worst moments in his life over and over again. [I]Oh Grant..[/I] Her heart ached for him. Savayna had to do something. She walked up to him, knelt down on one knee, and touched his shoulder. [b]“Oh Grant..”[/b] Savayna said, [b]“This isn’t real, Grant. Remember, your mother and father and brother died a long time ago and that date of ours already happened. This is all just an illusion playing on your worst fears and worst moments in your life. “[/b] ------ Sitting in his darkness of a cell, Jaakuna wallowed in his self-pity and lack of self-worth. He had lost everyone and he really had no reason to live. That is why he chose to accept Zodiark as his god and let him take control of his body as a testament to that. Jaakuna sat in the water and he heard footsteps. He raised his head, thinking it might be Zodiark to converse with him briefly like he had done since five days ago after he took control of his body. Jaakuna saw and it wasn’t Zodiark. It was someone different and a happy expression appeared across Jaakuna’s face. [b]“Emiri!?” Jaakuna propped up to his feet. [b]“You were able to unfreeze yourself a second time! How did you do it?”[/b] Jaakuna asked. He didn’t get an answer. All she did was pat him on his head before he propped up on his feet. He didn’t understand how she melted away the bars. They were meant to keep him sealed away, only enough room so that he can pop in his waking life here and there. She placed a hand on his head and soon they weren’t in the cell anymore, they weren’t in whatever part of a nightmare Jaakuna was in anymore. They were in Nabudis. Jaakuna felt like himself again. He didn’t’ feel Zodiark in him anymore, he didn’t feel the dark presence of the Keeper of Precepts anymore. No, he didn’t feel any of that, and yet, something was very off. Jaakuna had never knew Emiri to be able to clear away any sort of mist within someone or even melt away bars of steel. Jaakuna never knew Emiri to know any of that stuff. There was indeed something off about Emiri. [b]“You’re…You’re not Emiri.”[/b] Jaakuna exclaimed backing away from Emiri or whoever the hell it was. [b]“You can’t be her!”[/b] He exclaimed once more. ----- Wesley was in bad shape, like really bad shape. He had been cut all over his torso, and he was bleeding out fast. Nadeline had almost killed him and Wesley knew he failed her, so she had every right to do so. Wesley knew that he deserved a fate much worse than this. Everything that had happened to Nadeline and his family did so cause of his foolishness. Yes, he truly believed that he deserved this fate. And that’s when he saw her — another her, anyway. Wesley looked up and he saw another Nadeline fighting the Nadeline that was about to kill him and the Grant that killed Nadeline’s rapist, his father, and his brother. The two of them fought the other Nadeline. The new Nadeline would strike down the Nadeline that tried to kill Wesley. That’s when Grant would shoot at the new one and a protect spell came to form and guarded her from any harm. That’s when a curaga spell came and the Nadeline that was raped in front of him and Grant would come at the new one, to which she would speak of how Wesley must snap out of it and that everything he saw was an illusion, and that she was the real one. As Wesley listened, he knew that it was a trick. Everything from the point that he saw Nadeline get raped to when she almost killed him, how was he supposed to know what was real and what was an illusion? [b]“Is this the fate I deserve? For failing you, I am tortured with the farce of a potential illusion of my worst fears.” [/b]Wesley laughed at himself. [b]“I guess the punishment fit’s the crime.”[/b] He smiled and looked down. ----- A smile came over him. Francis definitely wasn’t expecting this, but then again, one does not become the leader of an assassin group without being a skilled warrior. Truly, Shion was remarkable in every way and if she wanted to spar with Francis, he would indulge in her request. [b]“I say that’s a wonderful idea.”[/b] He said brandishing his Alpha Blood Greatsword. He held it like a katana, but obviously it was much bigger than that. [b]“I must warn you, I will not go easy on you just cause of your gender.”[/b] He said holding his sword in a double handed grip. [b]“I sure hope you like big sticks.”[/b] He said winking to Shion.