Kaathe just didn't know what to do. He didn't understand the how or why of it. It was confounding. It was annoying. Its very presence was starting to hurt his very being! He would assure anyone who knew of this that it was no laughing matter. He actually cared about how the Knights of this place were treating each other. It wasn't that he hated th shovel-girl. He just didn't care about what may happen to her. He didn't care about what happens to anyone! Yet the way those knights treated her, even though she was a knit herself...it bothered him. For some reason, the fact that they would treat any fellow knight that way after suffering a tragedy almost a week ago, bothered him. Especially when the little girl was already hated. He couldn't stand it. It ate away at him, and he was beginning to have severe headaches because of it. He was getting dizzy, deluded, lost...He needed to do something before his head bursts! Then he looked at his hand. The makeshift bandages were still stained with the blood of his cut. For a moment he just stared at it...then he smiled. "[color=0054a6]Maybe, it's time I do something about it...[/color]" Yes...that was it. Vent it. Humor these feelings that have no business residing in him anymore. Force them to leave, by giving them exactly what they want. And what these feelings wanted, was to remind those Knights that all of them are allies, and mistreating even one other knight out of personal hatred was foolish. He would show them how it felt to lose those brothers and sisters-in-arms. He would make sure it. One particular experience worked perfectly in this place, but a mere illusion is not enough. He needed them to experience it first hand...so he removed the bandage on his hand, and opened his wound. He made another cut, just to be sure, and tensed his arm to let his blood spill. He placed his hand on his face and thought back to a tragedy that happened years ago. The blood that spilled onto his face began to glow and pulse with power. "[color=0054a6]Nostalgic Moment...[/color]"