[ There's a truth to the fact that Nyx simply hasn't been handling it. The way his thoughts spin to anger and away again when he'd talked about the king before. He owed Miles this conversation for a while - all the complicated, magic bullshit that he'd had to deal with. ]

They don't even have to catch me, I just have to go back.

[ He lifts his scarred arm, with the odd, silvery scars, some larger and some smaller. Most of them spindle out from the palm of his hand. ]

Didn't get these just because I'm pretty, you know.

[ I was already falling apart is too hard to say. The fact that Lunafreya died too is too hard to consider as well. They weren't close but - well, he's been around Miles long enough to know there was something there, doomed as it was from the start. ]

It's just.. unfair, y'know? What happened. What the King did, what Drautos did. Even if the King had his reasons. He was a good King; it's the only time I've ever felt betrayed by what he did.

Glauca asked, if I would join them. Almost thought about taking it up but... I've got my pride, my loyalty. He wasn't any better than those that took my home away. I just gotta hope it all counted for something in the end.