Zianro's words burned through Bellistrad unlike any flame had before. Even though this man's goal was the same as Bellistrad's, their ideals were far from similar. The "fun" that Zianro spoke of actually brought a laugh and a little understanding out of Bellistrad, short but obviously genuine. He did not find humor in the situation but Zianro's antics made a little stress relieve needed.
"You drive a hard bargain for the fate of the world, old friend. I accept the challenge, and I expect you to keep your word." He turned towards Cailu and Ara, holding out his hand as if waiting for them to take it and produced a small blue flame in the palm of his hand.
The small flame pulsed with a heartbeat like rhythm. Bellistrad let his hand drop and allowed the flame to drift over towards where the two Air benders stood, the flame settling just over Cailu's shoulder. Unseen by everyone was the small stream of plasma that connected Bellistrad's palm to the blue flame, and in the palm of his hand was a small bright blue diamond shaped flame that seemed like it was a part of his flesh. "If this flame goes out, than I am dead before my search is over and Zianro has cheated me. It will live off of your energy, not mine, but it is my will keeping it alight. I will not be able to sense anything while I search so I will be defenseless. Do what you think is best." Bellistrad pulls his sword out of the floor and re-sheaths it before handing it off to one of the few soldiers remaining nearby and removes his cloak, revealing his blue tunic and black pants once again, as well as his blue hair which was messier than usual because of his actions that day.
Sinking down into a cross-legged sitting position Bellistrad inhales and closes his eyes, aligning his chakra's in his body starting from the lowest and going up to the highest, his eighth chakra. His soul leaves his body which seems to be asleep in his sitting position, and a small smile forms on his bodies face for a moment. His soul expands its consciousness out to encompass the entire village, including the skies above and the tunnels below. He felt every person and living thing as a small amount of light and heat, but lost sense of himself in the process.
This was a dangerous thing for him to do, for he could accidentally forget who he was and attach himself to another living thing instead. He had to be careful to always keep himself in the back of his thoughts as he searched the identity of everyone around him, looking for the only other Fire bender within his field of awareness. It was a hard task, feeling the emotions of everyone in the village at once. He could hardly make sense of it all, especially since these were not his people. Fire Benders had a different way of thinking than any other tribe, they made everything a challenge and Bellistrad was no different but neither was Zotar.
It took well over 15 minutes for Bellistrad to even feel Zotar separately, and he could not even tell if it was in fact him but it was a dark lonely and defeated soul. The kind that only a Firebender in restraint could be. While this may just be another prisoner of war, Bellistrad felt kinship from this soul, and knew it might be his best chance. Bellistrad's soul moved to this new feeling in the underground of Lakeshore, and opened his spiritual eyes. He saw a man broken, left alone and betrayed. He also saw a possible future that could reverse all that had happened to him. It was not a certain thing that this soul was Zotar, it was not the same one Bellistrad had known all those years ago. It was changed by incarceration, and Bellistrad wanted to help it even if this was not Zotar.