The memories continued, carrying on past the room to some of Landeel's early days with the order. A sparring match, two on two, he had entered the ring with Khana, He always wondered wondered why the other templars seemed more impressed than they should have been, now he knew, he fought that match alone. He watched as if he was one of the spectators as he fought two other initiates on his own. The memory faded out as the match was ending as he was drawn back into the dream by the someone's voice.

   He was back in the burning encampment, know on his hands and knees panting. His sister's body disappeared, he knew she was gone now, but everything else was the same and the specter was still there cursing at him. He stood up and looked at where his sister's body was before finally becoming aware of Henry and what he said. "[color=9e0b0f]you...you call this pleasant? you call finding that the one thing you ever had left to lose had been torn from you long ago? that the last thing you lived for was a lie concocted by your own traitorous mind?!?![/color]" he turned around, he didn't actually recognize Henry, neither by voice nor by sight, though it didn't matter who was infront of him now. He shook his head and looked around frantically "[color=9e0b0f]N-No, it couldn't be, she'd been beside me most of my life, it...it must be this nightmare, messing with my head[/color]" His hands went up to his head. His mind was teetering between a grim realization of the truth and denial of it.