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Hnn...

*Nana didn't want Lee to destroy Tegral, not at all. He only existed in Lee's mind now, and that was fine. Nana didn't need an apology from Lee, it wasn't his fault for what his counterpart had done... what he wanted to do. Lee was, but wasn't Tegral. Tegral was gone from the physical world, he was no longer a problem as long as he never became what he once was. If he remained as Lee, human, and didn't return to Tegral's ways there was no need to apologise*

No. Not an annoyance.

*Talking was something Lee was free to do, and he could continue as he wished. Nana was more than happy to continue conversing, and if Lee needed help moving on, Nana would try to help, she was willing. Meanwhile blocks away...*

Trilla: gonk !

*The child would flail about until she reccognised the voice of her uncle. Once she knew, Trilla calmed down a bit and latched to the man. She'd end up with her head over Sho's shoulder*

Trilla: T___T || There's a scary guy!

Trilla:| T__T | Hnn~

*The child would continue her attachment to her uncle for safety. It was uncertain if the threat of cutting Lee up made her feel any better though. Trilla was still making a puffy, pouty-like face about the situation. The flower was still in her hair aswell, which Sho would no doubt take note of. It wasn't something from within the Citadel. Elsewhere back at the huge rock slab Lee had placed over his things, Eecheb was digging, dirty, and quite happy*

Eecheb: | o____o | ~

~___~ || Hnn, Mastema should have them somewhere. Yes.

*A light nod would be seen as Nana thought back on the phone in question. Mastema had received one as well, thus 'them' in her reply. The phones had been pocketed and likely scanned every which way by Mastema by this point, so if there was any danger he would let her know. Lee would phone Nana when he wanted to try the apology again or when he wanted to ask about leanring magic or so one would assume. However an impasse might be held for a while; Nana regarded Lee as a separate individual being. He wasn't Tegral, he was Lee. Tegral was no more than a collection of memories inside of Lee's head he wished to forget about. Without physical being, Tegral wasn't-- Tegral, at least to Nana*

*A long silence would greet Relinth as he yelled towards the barrier. If someone was listening, they weren't currently making a move based only on his words. He would need to do better than that... maybe. Perhaps those inside were not easily swayed by the inuring of one of their own. They didn't care, or didn't have a way to get a message outside? Hell, maybe everything inside the Citadel's shell was dead. There was no way to really know unless Relinth pushed a little harder*

*Several more seconds would pass before a slit in the barrier would open into a doorway. Relinth would immediately be greeted by three robotic guards. Two of them appeared to be armed, while the third was not. The unarmed guard appeared to gesture to any weapons Relinth had upon his person. To not bare fangs at the 'master' would be a good first step upon entering his home. Rest assured Relinth would be scanned to make sure all weapons were removed before he could further enter this Citadel. The first thing Relinth might note, is that this city was crumbling. Most of the buildings were damaged, some fallen into rubble, but those that weren't were stable and coated in chrome. If the sun or moon hit it just right, you might blind yourself for a short time*

*The robot would not respond, still waiting for the weapons to be handed over to it. Only upon their retrieval would they continue into the Citadel. If Tyrsias was to receive treatment or help of any kind, then Relinth would have to relinquish his pointy lovelies. In the distance two more robots would come into view with what appeared to be a stretcher. One could surmise that Relinth wanted to keep an eye on Tyrsias once inside, or else he'd just get teleported away to where ever it was he'd be healed at. These two also appeared to hover, so the ride should be smooth for the vampire at least, that is if he could feel anything at all right now*

*The robot would receive the weapons and wait for Relinth to pick up Tyrsias again before turning and beginning to further walk into the Citadel, weapons in hand. The others would turn to walk with Relinth once he began walking with Tyrsias over his shoulder. As the five walked on, the two hovering mechs with the stretcher would follow along behind, should they be needed. A moment after Relinth mentioned the robot's lack of language routines, and the 'master', a small hovering screen would appear in front of the man. The screen would proceed ahead of Relinth, and text would follow shortly afterwards*

"The Lord is unavailable at this time. Circumstances do not allow for The Lord to meet you."

*English was the language of the day, and it appeared that Tyrsias' master could not come out to play, but surly he wasn't the only one in a place this big. If Relinth had the ability to sense others then he would certainly feel many. Most seemed angelic in nature, at least one or two seemed ancient, the rest seemed a hodge-podge of other beings*

*The strange group would weave through the streets slowly getting closer to the chromed structures in the center of the city. Indeed in most directions things were just-- dead. Maybe that's why Tyrsias chose this place. There was a slight staleness to the air. Old buildings, even houses would be seen on occasion as they continued onward*

" Processing... "

*The next high ranking individuals in the Citadel would be the Generals, but they too were preoccupied with things and could not spare Relinth a moment. The 'processing' would continue for another minute, possibly while the candidates were cycled through and contacted, and a short list it was. Finally a positive response would be given*

" Message received. You will be met. "

*A short response, sparse on information was all Relinth would receive while they walked. Ever so often Relinth might catch sight of another robot or two as the group made its way farther in. They appeared to be patrolling or moving debris. As damaged as this place was, who ever was in charge was trying to make it livable. A noble ambition? It wouldn't be easy. Finally after another five minutes all of the robots would stop standing in place as rigid as stone statues. The screen that had responded to Relinth had also disappeared. There was nothing special about where they were, there was still debris and they were a fair distance from the center of the city, so why stop here? Assuming Relinth had stopped with the bots, he would shortly after see them raise their right hands in a salute. They were waiting for someone*