His stomach dropped. Hard.

"Wh...what do you mean?"

Micajah slowly pushed himself back from the desk and rose to his feet, his body trembling slightly with more now then just the nerves he'd been feeling when he woke up. The chair made a scraping noise as it drug the ground, but the blond teen ignored it as his eyes scanned the movements of the Native before him who gathered his clothes as if he were never going to come back.

"What do you mean I'm losing myself? I'm right here, I haven't..."

He was confused, his voice rising slightly as he tried to make sense of what was going on. Did they just...why was he? None of it made sense, and the blond had to bite back tears.