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Genkai would look to Yusuke. "Instead of stopping you and disagreeing any further, I'll let you decide what to do, Yusuke. Wether he is telling the truth or not will be up to you to trust in. I will leave that to you."

She turns around, walking out of the room, her arms folded behind her back. This was now something he had to do for himself. She couldn't interfere any longer. But she would go off and research more on his next opponent. So far, she wasn't liking seeing his abilities in his previous matches.

His skin was electric, magnetic, scalding, but at the same time the hand that gripped Yusuke's in turn radiated warmth and grace. This was, of course, before an intense pressure would begin building against Yusuke's brain. Letting it flow would indeed be painful, almost as if tearing at the 'flesh' of his mind as it tried to force its way through. With sensations building within his mind the metal piercing through Jonas's skin into his own would likely go unnoticed.

The green flames would fill his vision again, this time wreathing his otherworldly 'body' in flame, obstructing vision. Pinpoints of life and death would cry out beyond the conflagration that now surrounded the two, but none could compare. Though unable to move his body this otherworldly frame would be capable of movement, and he would even be able to take a look around and 'see' himself. Where Jonas spread into jagged points that belied his material frame Yusuke might notice that every nerve in his body looked as if it were burning with an internal fire. He was a disorganized wire cage where Jonas was a solid structure built of pain and discipline.

It was at that moment that the pain began to ebb into the background and a different sort of connection was forged between them. Physical contact and links of telepathy and empathy worked well enough, but for a moment in time they pushed beyond their mortal bodies into a state Jonas so desired for all. They were as pure energy, the spark or torment within Yusuke kindling a flame by contact and proximity to a greater inferno. With no pain left within them they were as near to death as one can be without severing the link to their own mortality.

Darkness.

Everything between them was broken, the links of agony, empathy, and telepathy severed as Jonas slumped to the floor. Three marks would be left on Yusuke's hand each perfect lined exactly on centimeter in length in the patter of a triangle. They would remain only temporary and after that time would not even leave a scar. With the world returning to Yusuke he would find his senses raw and numbed, as if they had been overloaded. Jonas, on the other hand, was temporarily deaf and blind, his senses of taste and smell not really existing as it was. The sense of touch remained, but that was not something he could, or would, ever have removed. Anything said within thirty seconds wouldn't be heard at all, in fact, he'd seem almost dead, being unresponsive save for a whisper. It was nothing comprehensible, merely praises and pained gratitude to the very ideal in which he believed.

Jonas sat nigh motionless as his senses took their time to return, "A newborn child has to cry, for only in this way will his lungs expand. I tell many of the child who could not breathe when it was born. In order to make it breathe I gave it a slight blow. The mother must have thought me to be cruel, where I was really doing the kindest thing possible. As with children the lungs are contracted, as with the whole of our being. Only by pain suffering can one expand." His single eye rose to Yusuke, still devoid of any glimmer within despite his sight having returned. His smile was grim, "The seed has been planted, and I can do little more directly. My final act of aid can only be to instruct and to... force a demonstration."

He nodded before moving to stand, groaning from the effort of lifting himself from the ground. His joints were sore, but it was not a sensation he found entirely unwelcome, but he certainly perfered it to be gone. He stretched as bit, his head rolling back with a loud crack which sounded more like snapping metal echoed by similar ones throughout his body. He gestured to the door, "After you, to wherever it is that you would feel most comfortable, or uncomfortable if that is your wish."

The hallways leading to and from the corridor off of which Temporal Overseer Tacitus Nusradai's room was located were filled with white light tinted with a hue of orange. It slowly receded back to his room as the Gate closed, all his equipment for his next match now filling the room. Several absolutely huge crates took up one side of the room, all of the furniture moved out of the way. Tacitus himself was leaning against one of the walls, breathing hard with a trickle of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. He grumbled to himself as he wiped it away with the sleeve of his coat, "Damned blood elemental. This would be so much easier if healing magic worked on m-" He fell into a fit of coughing, blood splattered against his hand when he finally stopped and pulled it away. His eyes were wattering, but he pushed through the dull pain that had been throbbing in what should be his gut for the past several days, making his way out of his room.