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Anxiety was filling up within him, all this food in front of him and no one's eating yet!!! He couldn't help it. Kasis bent low to the table and looked at everyone else, they seemed preoccupied with something each and their own. Taking his chance, his hand, carrying a fork like a gun, sneakily walked over the the fish. And like a warrior, it stabbed the fork into it's side and ripped off a small chunk. Kasis might've not attaracted any attention if he didn't make any strange noises....

Eclipse's ears perked forward and his growl stopped. He took a sniff at the air. Yes, this Saradin did smell different than the other, this is what Saradin really smelled like. "He's with the others, in the great hall." Eclipse pinned his ears back, turned tail and bolted back for the manor.

Aura only swallowed a mouthful of air. She wasn't eating until Eclipse came back with the sword. She hated the feeling of not trusting at least the image of Saradin, but she had this happen to her once, and didn't want it to happen again.

Saradin of course raced back alongside Eclipse, god only knew what the fake had planned for them all. The doors to the great hall burst open as the pair entered, a sword held by one and fangs bared by the other. "Where is he? What are you planning?"

Saradin takes only a couple more bites as his other half arrives and throws accusations his way. Eventually he stands up and locks serious gazes with him. "You gained your freedom and gave it to us. I should thank you, but all I can think to do is try and kill you."

Eclipse stood by his Saradin's side, growling at the copy. So Aurahkah had been right.

Aura stood up from the table, staring at the two. She knew it. Saradin had lived in her home too long, she know his habits and the affinity that he had to Soulforge.

"Well, I cant be expected to ruin such a delightful dinner plan tonight... it feels to much like my own work." Chimed out one Saradin, standing at the table. "I know your kind. They arent capable of such things." Was the response shouted in return. "But, I am your kind... To think that we are the same person. Different paths eh?" It was quite confusing to see the two exchanging their words, if not for the swords pressence itd have been impossible to tell. "I can't let you threaten my home!" The shadowed version's face twisted into a wry grin and look of insanity. "Not like you can do anything about it, we both know that when I die, another will show up sooner or later. Tonight, take your peace that I give you, I'll return to my shattered realm and starving hatred." Even as the last of those words were uttered, that Saradin was fading from view and then dissapeared suddenly broken into wispy black smoke.

Bastet blinked a few times then realized that she would have to keep her guard up. At least she was not the one threatening the house. Suddenly loosing her appetite, she moved towards her hall. "Well, it has been a busy time, I am going to bed." Leaving her hall she went straight to her room to examine the desheveled state she was in. "Someone should I have told me I look this bad..." Sighing, she flopped on her bed and slept.

Saradin fell into a chair and stared at all of the food scattered about, going to waste. The soulforge crackled slowly and almost seemed to try to show compassion onto the turn of events. "Now I really am a threat again." Dull blue sparks jumped around his hand and fizzled. "An enemy that never really dies. And the same as me. Though, he's still attached to the plane for support, not a true life." He at in silence, and seemed to be listening to the swords murmuring flames. "He's close. But he's going to reject salvation... and remain in that state." He shut his eyes slowly and was filled with the calming effects of his home and his friends that would fight to protect it, but still worried for everyone.

Meanwhile on the other side of a planar barrier, Saradin sat in the same chair. It's rotted and torn apoulstry sat uncomfortably beneath him as he looked on the set tables loaded with diseased and destroyed foods. In his hands he held a sword, white steel and embalzoned with a pheonix, no different from the soulforge minus the flames, which tapped against the broken flooring of the room. Only the solid tap of metal against the floor made sound in the cold and lightless room. Swirled thoughts of envy and hatred for his ironically lighter half, suicidal notions, and a deformed will to protect others kept him company in the dark. The othewise silence brke when he mused his problem aloud to himself. "I want to die, but if I do, another will only take my place and suffer then. I clearly dont have the ability to overcome my original and end the cycle. All I can do is continue onward." The hateful philosopher sat in his darkness whilst brooding over his malformed mentality.