"Thank you very much mister! You are really kind!"

Xabiz heard Blaze but had been moving towards the central room with some other people in it far too quickly to bother returning pleasantries. There seemed to be two conversations, one between three people more in the center of the room and one off in a different corridor between two. He shook his head, his mind filling with visions of battles and love, death and life.

"I hate this." Xabiz said, quickly realizing that wasn't something that he should have said aloud. "Idiot..." he muttered under his breath, waiting for someone to ask him what it is that he hates, since many visions changed to people doing just that. [i]Coming up with something that isn't my clouded mind of the multiple strands of futures shouldn't be too hard... right?[/i] He thought, [i]Maybe no one would ask... maybe...[/i]