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"By the gods.." She turned away and stared at the sink. How did this get so messed up? One minute she was feeling ready to cry the next she was slapping around a defenseless muddled girl who was her friend. Niah slowly cut everything out around her and focused in on Bastet. Her neutralness was perfect for calming her senses. They had been on high alert ever since the dreams and it seemed it was getting easier and easier for her to lose control. She slowly took a deep breath and felt all the anger leave her. In it's place was an acute sadness and remorse. "She's not going to listen Bastet. She's in a different mindset. She is remembering her reactions to her father. I think I just became her father to her mind. Dammit. I never wanted this to happen." She took another breath. "Aurahkah it's alright. You can speak now." She sighed. "I jsut feel like everything that makes me feel this way is his fault. I haven't been this sensitive in a long time. It's all his fault...I usually can control it...now...."

Nailah nodded. She said, "I know that I have become more sensitive but it still doesn't excuse it." She sighed and walked to the table looking at the gold. Trying desperately to get back to the easy camaraderie they once had. "So how do we know which one of these objects he's using? We can't destroy them all. That's a major waste of gold." She tossed the pendant into Aura's lap. "So one who remmebers more than me or Bastet. What do we do?"

Bastet looked at the various trinkets, and took out the ring she had nabbed as well. At least they were working together again. Promptly she smacked herself on the head and laughed. "Is that all? See that other bangle you are wearing Aura? You gave them to Eclipse and he gave me one. They have soul detecting stones in them." Shaking the bangle she had she thought a moment, "But are we sure getting rid of him will bring back her memories and not lock them away forever?"

"But then again what about your dreams! There has to be something we can do. Niether of you should suffer anymore." Bastet had to leave the decision up to them, "Is there even a way we can tell if it safe to kill him or not? Should we go ahead with it or not?" She hated hard decisions.

Bastet nodded and picked up the items to keep them safe. Winding down was always a good thing, she needed to get do that. She nodded to Nailah, "I need a shower. I will see you later." After walking rather quickly to her room, she cleaned herself thoroughly and sat on the bed looking at the items. Taking her bangle, she sat with them and examined them.

Saradin's body was on fire, his eyes burned more than anything else. And clutched in his hand was the source, an empty bottle of whiskey. Sunlight scorched his vision even before he could open his eyes and he tried to comprehend where he was. Up on the roof, apparently, he must have come up here to get away from it all. Prying himself up into a sitting position, he tried to clear away the nightmare. A corpse being nailed to their door, intestivnes hanging free and blood drenching everything. But it was very real, and he had in fact witnessed Elias as he placed the finishing touches on his grotesque artwork. For some reason though, he couldnt focus on even that, his mind hurt to think and every sound was like a jackhammer. "Damn it, when exactly did I start drinking heavily again?" He asked the air, never actually intending to get an answer.

"Probably about the same time you found us. Do you always sleep up here or what?" Idalla said as she rubbed her temples some yards away, trying to look over the railing onto the courtyard. And leaning against the door leading in, Calcryx lay curled up in a ball, an odd position for such an esteemed old man.

She remembered lying there for hours upon hours, thinking then re-thinking things. She couldn't say that she hadn't been shook up from being slapped and such, or seeing a dead body. It was all too much. She had just wanted to be back to the 'normal' her that everyone had been speaking of. Sleep eventually found her though, two hours ago as she lie there staring at the silk sheets of the bed.

They sat around the chest, the little one poking at it every now and again. "No really, it did something earlier."
"Stop messing with it. You're doing no good. And thanks to you we have to sit here because you already pulled all the book down and found the ones that needed fixing."
"If you hadn't of made Vincent mad, maybe he could of helped. But you're always yelling at people! Always, even me..."
"Someone has to look out for things here. Why do you think we're always together? Because someone has to watch you and take care of you. You believe anything anybody says...how do you know that he's even the Vincent she knows?"
"Because!" Standing up she ripped a book from the shelf, and although pictures were torn, she turned the book to the other, a name, picture and a few words gracing the pages. "See, he's right here."
"Too trusting...that could be something planted there."
"And you are too untrusting."

Aura rolled over in bed in sleep that was both restful and restless all at the same time. She felt like she was dreaming again, yet for some reason she knew she wasn't. Drawing her knees up unconsciously in sleep she gave a soft groan, curling up into a ball in the middle of the bed.