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Damion cupped her cheek in his palm, simply enjoying the touch and processing her words before nodding slowly. He could give her time if he knew she needed it, which she did cause she just said it, so he would. It was a simple enough thing and the elemental could put his feelings aside for long enough to let her be ready. His hand fell to her shoulder and was joined on the opposite side by her other hand, pulling her into him and sliding both arms around her in a tight hug. It was enough for now to simply enjoy the feeling and her presence.

" So, what shall we do now?"

He knew of several trails they could walk on if she didn't wish to go back to Ryugi just yet, knew of streams that lead towards the ocean and wells of unimaginable depths right here in the forest. Being so close to the ocean gave the wooded grounds a more diverse ecosystem and Damion had explored it rather thoroughly in his time. But he wanted primarily to know what she thought and wanted.

John looked at her in scorn, as if to ask do you think I'm a child?

"No he's not..." He muttered, releasing the IV stand to scratch his neck and beard - taking the time to surreptitiously check the corners of the room, mentally cursing that he couldnt check under the bed.

Damion chuckled softly, head bringing to images the idea of Ryugi throwing a fit and them not able to see it from where they were. Oh well, he'd just have to cause one later somehow. Her squeezing arms brough him out of the reverie and back to reality in so far as he now had to think.

" What do I want to do? Um....I don't know...would you like to see where the rivers go?"

He lifted a hand away from her to motion back the way they had come and the stream that waited there. He had always thought the Delta's were beautiful and this was the first time he had someone to travel with him, his own companion that willingly wished to travel with him. That was a novelty he was still working out in his head. Damion was sure she would appreciate the rivers end though, what with it's myriad of strange creatures and the natural beauty of the place.

"Thor?"

The name was spoken like it was cancerous, like it physically reviled John to even utter it. There was murder in his eyes, the prospect of his brother, the Reaper, put to the side to allow this rage to surface. It burned so hot within John that it actually chilled him, his fist tightening around the IV stand so hard his fingers dug into the metal.

"Call me Thor again and I'll end you."

" Almost the entirety of my life has been spent in the wilds of this world."

He sounded almost melancholy when he said it, letting her pull him along and following just alittle slower so that she couldn't see the look of sadness that passed over his face. Why he was sad Damion couldn't place but the fact that the feeling was there was enough to make him wonder and worry. But she couldn't know it yet, no one could know it, and so he stepped up next to her with one long stride and slipped a smile on his face, an actor playing at being an actor.

" It never gets old, not once in all the time I have spent exploring something or the other. Ruins, caverns, mountainsides, even the depths of the oceans have given me little bits of their secrets. I watched standing armies that stretched from one end of the horizon to the other crash with armies of the same size, heard the thunder of their footsteps and their battle cries. I would give almost anything to see things like that for the rest of my short existance."

He wasn't looking at her as they walked and he talked, eyes skating around the space infront of them like waterbugs searching for something, anything at all, to brighten his inner mood. Perhaps it was the fact that he finally had a traveling companion, someone who cared for him and who he cared for in return, that was making him dredge up old feelings like this. It was less concerning if he thought about it that way and Damion felt his spirits rise just abit more. His hand gently squeezed hers before he brought it up abit and kissed the inside of her wrist gently, feeling her pulse through the contact.

"And yet you didn't." John growled, removing his hand from the IV stand to stand up straight, his fingers indebted in the metal shaft.

Static began to lace up his arm, flowing up from his hand. from this distance, it would be easy to fry her. There would be barely any charge lost at all in the short space between them - he could put enough energy in her to reduce her to ash!

His fist was tight, however, his power building gradually as he spoke. "Maybe you should have. Then I wouldn't be this weak...then I wouldn't have to remember...then I wouldn't have to know my friend corrupted the one pure thing I had left!"

He struck out at the stand then, unable to contain himself. The stand flew across the room, the cords in his arm whipping free as it smashed into the observation window, the glass cracking but not breaking.

H wase breathing heavily, static leaving up his arm and chest, flaring from his eyes.

She was stuck in a room with an electrical juggernaut, and he was getting pissed.

"BULLSHIT!" He roared, a flash of power flying off him to strike to bed and send it flipping through the air, slamming into the door, jamming it shut.

His body was hunched over, static flaring off his back, his hair crackling as sparks flew between them.

"Cant you see? I cant protect anyone!" He roared, pushing his fist against hiss forehead as his nose started bleeding, the pain beginning to force its way past the painkillers. "I can barely protect myself!"

He stopped suddenly, his eyes wide as her full words rammed home. "You want to use me?!"