Sakki twitched in sleep.

Bruce chuckled, never turning to face Shaidra despite the sensation of malicious intent approaching.

[color=0072bc]"I'm hardly lost, I'm a wanderer."[/color] Bruce said, still fondly cradling the photographs in his hand.

Sakki sniffed the air, lips coiling back into a snarl.

[color=0072bc]"Careful what you say about [i]throats[/i]. I might get excited."[/color] Bruce let Sakki slip in a whisper-quiet rasp. [color=0072bc]"If you want honesty, all I want out of you is a way out of here and onward. I wouldn't manipulate you or try telling you how to live for that."[/color] He continued, his voice steady and normal again.

Bruce waved the photographs above his head for a moment before sliding them into his robe.

[color=0072bc]"Thank you for these. Sincerely. I had feared I'd forgotten what their faces looked like."[/color]

Sakki's eyes opened.

[color=0072bc]"It's true, whoever told you that. I might be the last person you want to seek guidance from,"[/color] Bruce tapped his head with his forefinger. [color=0072bc]"I have my own struggles and crises that make me ill-suited for the position. And I'm too lazy to give you a reason to be happy."[/color]

Sakki seeped into Bruce's Ki, emanating in undulating, growing waves. 

[color=0072bc]"Still,"[/color] Bruce finally turned to face Shaidra, his smile widened, but not at all matching his eyes. His pupils contracted, brow furrowed and chin titled inward such that a slight shadow cast down his face. Even so, he had not drawn his weapon, though his skin had taken on the darkened tone of his Sage form. 

[color=0072bc][b]"You want to talk about rage and turmoil in the middle of smiles the world doesn't want you to have?"[/b][/color]

Sakki tittered.

[color=0072bc][b]"I can help you with that."[/b][/color]