[center][h1]Mars[/h1][/center]

It was dark and lonely, a void once more, but now filled with accusing whispers. Visions of the Lamaist flashed through his mind as he tries to shut them out, screaming in silence as white hot agony runs through his core. He can feel them devouring his body, yet there was nothing there. But it didn't stop the pain, the suffering, the maddening sound of their whispers as he fell deeper into darkness. Suddenly, however, the voices quieted, as an icy embrace wrapped around his form. But it's familiarity brought no comfort to him, only more shame and pain. He pushed away at it, rejecting the feeling. And so it was that it would leave, only to return to wrap him in it's chilling embrace, and each time it left, the voices got quieter, less numerous, their hold on him weakening. 

But they never stopped, and would never let him go.

Candice would feel a sudden heat inner hands as the snowball began to steam, the ice rapidly melting as Mars began to radiate large amounts of heat. It slowly began to lift into the sky, the ice cracking with a burst to show his basic form, which was soon detailed. However, a difference could be sen immediately from before. His jacket was drawn closed, his hair less wild and disorderly, kept in a long pony tail that went down the length of his back. His face was the same, but his eye( the other was covered by a strange new eyepatch) was somewhat haunted and weary. Aside from these changes, everything else was the same, but it was obvious that something was weigh him down. As he dropped to the ground, he just stood there, not saying a word or even acknowledging Candice's presence. He just kept staring into space, as if some part of him had yet to return.
[@Guardian Angel Haruki]