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"Cén fáth a bhfuil siad ar aghaidh chun iarracht agus cneasaigh dom? Ná bíodh a fhios acu nach féidir liom a shocrú? Ní thuigim. Níl mé ag iarraidh a thuiscint. Tá mé ag iarraidh a dhul abhaile. Baile. Le do thoil, lig dom dul abhaile." he muttered to himself in Irish, which translated to: "Why do they continue to try and heal me? Do not they know I can not be fixed? I do not understand. I do not want to understand. I want to go home. Home. Please, let me go home." in English.

As the shards floated around him, he stared at them, all of them. He didn't want this. He didn't care about Vitas's life; he just wanted to be left alone! He knew now that he wouldn't be left alone here, and with a loud, but low growl, one that echoed in the chamber and out to the corridor of the cell-block known as the Wolf's Den, stood, and grabbed his beaten bed-frame once more. With each slam of the bed against the silver bars, he snarled, the bestial sounds also echoing from his room to the corridor.

"Is cuma liom! Ba mhaith liom amach! Amach a rá liom! Más rud é nach mbeidh tú é a thabhairt dom, beidh mé in ann é féin!" he screamed in Irish, his booming voice bellowing forth more effort from his muscles, the loud bangs of his bed against the door of his cell growing louder and louder. His words meant: "I do not care! I want out! Out I say! If you will not give it to me, I will take it myself!"

Harder and harder he swung his bed frame, the metal on metal was an excruciatingly loud sound, and with it, his Secondary Personality came back, his Jade Eyes filling with Amber once more, causing him to swing even harder against the door. A crack formed in the ceiling of his cell, and the bars eventually broke, the door swinging open violently. He tossed his bed back to its corner, the thing no longer usable, and lifted his chin as he arched his back, and howled triumphantly, the howl louder than any siren in the Asylum.

"It's 'bout God Damned Time!" he growled as he exited his cell, ignoring the shards of Vitas' memories following him. The safety measures immediately went into action, raising the bridge between his cell and the other doors. Knowing full well it was made of silver, he grabbed it, and forced it back down while screaming in both effort and agony. Once it reached the ground, he stepped on it his feet also being seared by it before it began to rise again, and he slid down the bridge to the foot of the first door in his path. Beyond this door was a tranquilizer-dart-shooting room that would sedate him; he could smell the Sedatives.

Of course the door was reinforced with Silver bars, but the hinges were still regular metal; which while stronger than silver, didn't burn. Breathing hard, his feet and hands stinging, steam rising from them as they healed, he readied himself. Once his feet had healed enough, he began to shoulder slam the door, snarling and growling with each motion he did. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. After one more shoulder charge, his shoulder bone cracked, healed, and then was ready to go. He snarled, and began to pound on the door with his fists, the walls shaking around him as he unleashed his fury on the door. Eventually, that too would break off its hinges, falling to the ground within the room. He stopped, standing outside the door-frame, and reared his head to howl once more, this one twice as bestial as the last one, sounding genuinely like a wolf.

He slammed his fist against the frame, and grabbed at his face, his breathing sounding more and more like a snarling wolf as his mind delved further into its primal rage. "NO! I...am STRONGER than this.....BEAST!" he slammed his fist against the door-frame again, the wall shaking violently. Steeling himself, he got on all fours, and lunged forward with all his might, slamming into the last door, and breaking through it, albeit having been hit with at least ten of the intended Tranquilizer darts. He tore them out of his body and tossed them aside, grunting as his body began to convulse, though he was actively fighting it.

He was shifting.

He began to retch, and eventually hurled what little he'd eaten in the last twelve hours, his hands closing to fists as he let out pained screams of agony and despair, not wanting to shift. He screamed the word NO in every language he knew, every time sounding more bestial and less human as he slammed his hands against the floor, standing up and stumbling into the wall before collapsing onto the ground once more, onto his back, his body seizing and his mouth beginning to foam up.

Then bones began to snap.