Things are happening around him, but all Seishu can focus on is the pain. Something, he doesn't know what, can't know what, but something horrible has happened, and there's nothing he can do about it. [i]'Kaila. . . .Kaila, it's you, I know it's you, what. . .What is happening, why. . .Why. . . .'[/i] He cries, not caring who sees him. His eyes are pressed closed as he sobs, indulging for the first time in just letting himself be upset. Someone he loves is in pain, possibly dying for all he can tell, and all he can do is suffer at a distance, unable to help. He can feel a hand in his own and his first instinct is to push the owner away. The outpouring of energy, the warm, soothing energy however, keeps him from being able to repel whoever it is.

A warm hand cups his cheek and he can feel someone wiping his tears away. The press of lips on his forehead draws a shuddering breath from him and he's finally able to begin the thinking thing again. His eyes creep open, his vision blurry as he tries to take in everything going on around him. He sees those lovely red eyes looking down at him, filled with tears of their own as Inui burrows himself against the hand clasped between his own. He sees that his other hand is occupied as well and he lets out a faint sigh, a small part of his mind annoyed, but mostly just tired. Inui presses closer and he lets out a faint sound to try and calm the boy.

His ears finally tune in to what Enasi is talking about and he can feel his insides flip-flop. Going back to the human realm isn't ideal, but he knows that he will be able to recover faster there. He shudder, feeling outright sick as he thinks about going back to the realm he was kidnapped to so soon, but keeps his thoughts to himself. He watches Crios rush up to the bed and gives the foxy doctor a strained smile, looking away quickly as he realizes he's feeling too weak to even pretend to be okay.

Crios goes to work, trying to figure out if there's anything that he can do to help, probing here and there to try and find any tears in his injuries or fresh ones. In his pain, Seishu had indeed managed to open a few wounds and he goes to work patching them up immediately. The doctor's presence, while tempered by the injections of Rue's blood, is still like flames across his wounds, but the burn is definitely less than it was before. Looking up at his counterpart Seishu murmurs softly, “Something's happened. Something bad. I. . .I don't know what. While we're on earth, please, send someone out to find out what happened. . .I don't know how, just. . .Kaila. Something happened. . .I can still feel it now. Something, some pain, it's eating at him, draining him. . .”

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He can feel it, as if it had happened to him. The burn of the blade. The ache of the wound. Not just in the flesh, but in the soul. True, it's never been proven whether or not their kind has souls, but Kaila has no doubt in this moment that his has been rent. Those under him are right to be cautious about letting him go, every fiber of him demanding he rescue his beloved brother, but at the same time he feels no strength to do so. He knows what has happened, he knows why, and he knows that it is better this way, but nothing short of Master Seishu would be able to convince him in this moment that leaving Jentou behind was the right choice.

Inside, the fire burns. The pain, the hatred, the sorrow. It burns brighter in the minion than it ever had before, and for the first time he begins to truly feel what it's like to lose oneself to the black pit of negativity they have forever been warned against. It clamps down around his mind and heart, dragging him down, pulling him away from reality. He doesn't even notice as they begin flying, nor when they land, his eyes seeing nothing but the darkness surrounding his being.

His ears however have not been completely dulled. He hears the voices of his underlings, the voices of the two younger men who may understand his pain more than anyone else.

[i]'Have faith. . . . .'[/i]

The thought rings through his mind, cutting through the fog of pain and giving him a place to take a stand against the madness. For it is truly a madness trying to drag him down and keep him from helping his people. The draw on the being of every minion and nightmare when dark thoughts and feeling start to overtake is pure insanity. His eyes clear a little as he looks to the twin faces in front of him. Their worried expressions. Their tough demeanor. He can feel them here, with him, and he takes strength from that.

The pain does not fade, the sorrow does not vanish, but as he begins taking slow, steady breaths, he can feel his limbs once more, and that's a start.

~*~*~*~*~

The soft smile he's adopted since Master Seishu reset his mind is gone now. The slightly playful and pouty minion who's made a nuisance around the faithful's camp with high jinks and rowdy fun is nowhere do be seen. In place of that softness, that sweetness, is the part of Jentou that truly made him someone to fear. Hard cool eyes survey the furious face in front of him, the pain of the pricks on his chin and cheeks not even worth note. He doesn't struggle. It's not worth the effort, and when addressed, he doesn't reply. Gin isn't worth it. He does, however, let his lips slide into a smirk. The expression infuriates Gin who screams at him again before breaking his nose with a hard blow to the face and ordering the still conscious minions to leave the others and just take Jentou.

“Let the wild take them.” he hisses, turning on his heel and leading the way. The minions look to one another for an instant before complying. The white clad figure goes limp, letting them drag him along while he closes his eyes and focuses on making sure he doesn't bleed out.