He turned away from them, clutching their hands and leading the twins forward. Letting the life underneath the earth guide him, tracing his steps all over again. They moved in silence, Path not paying attention to Skylark's quietness or Sleipnir nervously chewing his lip the whole way, grip tighter than usual. Struggling to keep as close as possible to his Father. Gazing over at his brother, he reached out a hand, closing the gap between them as he took Skylark's hand for assurance. Signaling the confusion he felt. War? What good would war do? Couldn't they just go home and all live happily with Daddy and Father, without the secrets they were beginning to form, the dark whispering a and the coldness that had replaced the warmth and love he only knew before.

 Path paused when Skylark spoke, they had come across the large crater he had made already. So no further. "You must understand, there is no time left to be complacent, there is nothing left to be complacent about. We cannot live forever in a fragile bubble...the humans and hydras cannot live in theirs for much longer either..." He turned to them once more, back to the crater. Gathering them both up in his arms, "You cannot learn to fly underground. You cannot find love underground, hiding away like..." He sighed, "This is for the better, believe your father. It's for the best for the both of you and for the safety of Daddy, you say not a word understood?" He spoke softly to them both, Sleipnir whimpered, pressing his head against Father's shoulder. He still did not like this.

 "Shhh..." He soothed them both, looking back down into the crater. He could hear them...not the real elders, but the replicas of their subconscious planted in his mind the day they started all of this. That was right...the survivor was the only one who could bring about their power, awake them. Softly, 'Relin, I am here."