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Tristan nearly jumped out of his skin with the sudden appearance of the boy with the mask. That was worse then not knocking on a door, but he didn't say anything. He caught the look, and felt a shiver absently go down his back. He did have questions of his own, he wanted to know certain things. "Good morning" was his reply to the other. And yes Tristan was looking to the door like he wanted to escape. He knew that there wasn't much use though. Just like with Soran he was going to have to face this problem, or face the words that he was going to have a hard time saying. How could he really explain what happened, how does one explain such a thing. "Um..." he started, "I want to apologize for my behavior yesterday."

As if he were cutting him off Rethyn raised up his right hand lightly. "It's not something I have not become use to." he said calmly. Rethyn then seemed to check his hood with his hands to make sure it was up and concealing the back of his head. Facing away from Tristan so that he could not see, Rethyn lifted up the gas mask a little so that he could place the cheese within his mouth. After a short moment he lowered the gas mask again as he slowly chewed his food. He was dreading the next question he knew he had to ask and felt like he was doing everything in his power to prevent himself from asking it. However, he knew he would have to. After a brief moment and a deep breath Rethyn lifted his chin up as he looked to the ceiling. "How did she go? Was it painless? Or was it like...." Silencing himself he awaited Tristan's answer.

He gets right to the point, Tristan thought, yes he knew he said dead...but it wasn't exactly like that. He said dead because telling him the truth...would that be worse. "I was in shock yesterday, when I saw you, you look like her. Your eyes, even maybe your hair in a way. She thought she could make the god go away, but it didn't work. He got angry...," Tristan stopped trying not to remember, he didn't want to. He knew he hadn't really answered the question. "What made you come here," he asked instead. He was grasping for a little understanding, maybe if he figure out why, maybe then he would be able to tell him.

Reading between the lines of Tristan's words Rethyn understood. It was a confirmation of indirect words. His sister was dead and with that he felt the last bit of hope die within Tristan's words. Breaking eye contact, Rethyn looked down as he did his best to keep himself from shattering. For a long moment there was silence as Rethyn's hands had curled into fists. Holding back tears the way he breathed gave away the mourning of Kazar. Between breaths he tried weakly to hold himself together as he tried to answer. "I felt her from afar, I had to come. She w-was family as I once was. I had to see her, she needed to see Rethyn was still out there watching over her."

"Family," he repeated. It was a concept he understood quite well. "You felt her," Tristan wondered, "And do you still feel her..." He didn't want to ask this, but he had to know. He could tell the other was falling apart and he felt bad for the question. He looked at Rethyn, he didn't really know what do to comfort him. He really didn't know what to do period.

At the second part of the question, Rethyn slowly walked over from the fridge to Tristan. Stopping a little too close in front of him, Rethyn raised his left hand to the center of Tristan's chest. "Her aura is within you now." Rethyn's eyes had lost their chill from before as they seemed tendered, wounded even. Turning his head away and his body, Rethyn stepped away from Tristan as he walked over to the counter facing away from him. "So, when should I get going? There's not much more reason for me to stay is there?" Rethyn's voice sounded forced and controled from within rather than his previous words which seemed raw.

It wasn't the answer Tristan was expecting, "But don't you want to stay, so she could see your still watching out for her." Tristan wondered why he said that, like something inside was compelling him to. "I think there is more for you to do then you realize." Tristan wasn't sure, he wasn't entirely positive, but he was having this gut feeling that he couldn't let the other just leave. He still had no idea what to do with him, he sort of wondered if there was ever going to be a way to crack open those walls. At least now he knew that Rethyn had feelings, and that he had cared for his family.

Glancing over his shoulder, Rethyn's expression through his eyes seemed hallowed. Opening his mouth from under his mask he spoke gently. "Where I am going I will be with her." As he finished his words he begun to leave the kitchen at a slow pace. He seemed deep within his own thoughts in the current moment as he headed to where he thought the exit was.

Tristan watched him, "Then I guess she truly died for no purpose. If no one cares to protect her now." Again he didn't know why he said those words, was Rethyn right, did he truly have her aura inside him. If that was true, then what he thought happened didn't actually happen. He finally understood, "She told me one thing before she died, she told me that I would always have someone watching over me"

Stopping dead in his tracks, Rethyn turned back to face Tristan. His eyes revealed a look of shock. Tristan was right, she had died for him. If he left now her efforts would be all in vein. She had given her life to keep Tristan alive, if he were to leave now Tristan could potentially run the chance of dying. The aura of Kazar would die right there along with Tristan. Looking to Tristan through his mask he asked him weakly. "Do you want me to stay? And if you do what would you possibly have in mind for me to do for you? I couldn't possibly be your guardian, that was my sisters job." With a look of tenderness and weakness Rethyn felt vulnerable, but for some reason it was okay in this situation. He found himself placing in Tristan a trust of which he had not given anyone since his awakening.

"I want you to stay," he said clearly, "I think your wrong when you say your not my guardian, but only time will reveal that. I felt lost after what happened yesterday, what is a seer without a guardian. I had to be forced back to being able to feel again, and luckily someone came along to help me with that." He realized that he was wasn't talking about Rethyn, "But now I know I need protection, will you do that for me, will you protect me and her."

"Then I shall stay." Rethyn said weakly as he still tried to control himself. With a quick glance to the floor then back to Tristan he asked him "T-this conversation was between us only. Right?" Rethyn had never felt more vulnerable in his life and well "afterlife". However, he knew he was placing his trust within Tristan. Forcing his ice like glare a little bit too obviously at Tristan he quickly added. "Look, just understand I am not here for you to order around like Grayson! If you ever talk down to me I swear I'll kick you upside the head! You understand?!"

Tristan couldn't help but laugh, "I don't order around anyone at least in this household...um I hope someone told you I have four sisters. But I promise I will try to protect you from them." He hoped Rethyn wouldn't change his mind in that moment.

Hidden under his mask Rethyn gave off a smile. What he had just said reminded him of his life growing up. Besides Kazar he had several older brothers. Both him and Kazar were the babies of the family and the words of Tristan brought nostalgia to his face. The scars of which were created by what happened to his sister felt a little more bearable as Tristan was at least able to remind him of a good part of his life. Feeling a bit of his weakness show he couldn't help but say "Thank you" with a small laugh behind it.

Now that was unexpected, all Tristan could do was shrug. He hoped there was still a thank you later after the other met them. Well his sisters could grow on you after awhile, it wasn't them that he felt would treat the other the worst. His mother was going to come into the picture at some point. "I should probably show you around the house, so you know where everything is, but can I ask one favor, walk there please."

Tilting his head towards Tristan he merely asked him. "What? You don't like how I teleport? If you cannot keep up just hold onto me and I can bring you with me."

"No, I think your teleporting is cool, but for the those of us around here with less nerves...and don't wish to be frightened out of our skin, it would be greatly appreciated."

Nodding, Rethyn said to Tristan. "I can try, but it has become something of a habit to me." Placing a hand on the back of his head he felt weird about not being able to teleport for it had become something he had been doing since his awakening.

"When they aren't around, you can teleport to your hearts content, I just don't want anyone to be frightened. And anyways if they knew you could teleport, the youngest one would probably ask you to take her everywhere. And if you are wondering, she probably find you more fascinating than scary, even with the mask."

Rethyn's look grew annoyed. "It's not just a mask. This is my face, it is a part of me! It's not for fear! It is a part of me!" The smile Rethyn once had grew into a frown as he grew tempted to teleport away from Tristan who had just stuck his nerve. With the return of the cold stare he seemed to glare at Tristan for a moment before dropping it.

"I am sorry," he said making a mental note not to ever mention the gas-mask again. Tristan turned away, now completely out of sorts because of Rethyn reaction. He felt bad, so he didn't know how to respond anymore. He realized that he was doing the same thing when his own mother scolded him. Sort of shutting down and not wanting to face it, it was easier to do that then face the fact that she hated him. "I will leave you alone now." he finally said. Tristan really did need a good kick upside the head, because he was being to stubborn at the moment.

Shaking his head at Tristan, Rethyn with a sudden flash vanished from the room. The remark of the mask had reminded him of the people who had insulted his face as he traveled on the look for Kazar. They did not understand why he wore it, who were they to judge him?! They never died before! The whole thought process brought anger through Rethyn. Reappearing in the hallway of which he first entered, Rethyn wrapped his arms around his knees as he sat with his back facing the window. For now he wanted to be left alone, he didn't want a room he wanted this part of the hallway.

Growing frustrated with himself, Rethyn begun to ask himself questions. Why him? Why did he need his face? Was it not good enough?! His face in life never got such disdain! Why what brought him so much comfort was the source of everyone's fear and concern for him. He hated it, but he needed it. Closing his eyes he tired to breath slowly as he kept his mind off Kazar. There was enough stress as there was, and a small part of him still did not want to believe she was gone. She just merely lived inside Tristan now, at least he hoped so.

Tristan hadn't meant to be insulting, he hadn't meant anything at all. Ok, you're going to have to help me with him, cause I got no clue, Tristan was asking the other that was living inside of him for help. He didn't really expect an answer. But he sort of wish she would send Rethyn a vision to help him though. Tristan really hated this, and mentally kicked himself in the head, "I am such a blunder-head," which had become Aria's choice of insult for the month. Now he knew with how Rethyn reacted to him, of how badly it could go with his mother. He knew he was going to ask for help. More then anything he wished Soran was there, talking him through it and given him advice. He looked at the gift again that had been momentarily forgotten about. He had to face the other, and he actually kinda of wondered if he had the answer right in front of him.