Niflhel when he found himself in his bedroom looked towards the mirror there and suddenly with one swift movement and the last of his energy, he smashed it. Falling to his knees he felt the power slowly drain from him, collapsed to worn out to move and too tired to clean up the broken glass. He didn't know if they knew, he didn't know if they could watch him. He stirred, blood from his knuckles he'd already lost a lot of blood.

After a few moments he moved, grabbed his phone and tried to call. Realizing she wasn't answering. He looked at the number, it was the right one. Was she on the way to him? She'd come before. He grabbed a piece of paper; using a pin he scrawled on it a message to Polaris.

I'm sorry.

There were drops of blood from where he'd punched the mirror to break it.

I should've kept my guard up. I shouldn't've let it down enough for her to be able to grab me so easily.

He sighed as he paused looking at the letter the stains of blood, he crumpled it and eventually staggered to the bathroom, wrapping his hands. Staring at the mirrors there, there were mirrors everywhere. He looked at them carefully about to punch another one he paused. "No..... no... I won't smash them."

He started grabbing the mirrors and shoving them into the unused linen closest. Hoping that would do for now. He closed the door and barricaded it the best he could. "Can't even live in your own damn home without worrying about them...." He muttered.

He moved back to his bedroom and grabbed a new piece of paper and started writing again, scrawling on the paper. She wasn't at the door yet; he was trying to figure out where she was. Maybe she was mad at him? Azzo sighed, running his hands through his hair. Everything that happened tonight it was all, so much.

Polaris,

I'm sorry.

He looked at the paper, staring at it almost sullen. What else could he say, what else should he write? That he'd failed her? The fact that even though he was bent on protecting her, he let his own guard down?

For the first time in a long time, he felt like his puppets were watching him, judging him. He closed his eyes sighing softly as he tried not to think about them. He had to send her a message; did she know he wasn't mad at her? He rubbed his chin as he stared at the letter.

He sighed softly there was nothing he could find he could say to her. He finally signed the paper.

Polaris,

I'm sorry.

I love you,
Niflhel

Stamping it he sent it on its way to her, knowing that even if he couldn't find her, the letter would. Rubbing his face there was a certain amount of disappointment in his actions. He was trying to figure out what he needed to do, picking up a CD he was looking as his neck making a face. "Hygiea's right looked like I got clawed by a cat."

He shifted, grabbing a new piece of paper he scrawled on it.

Zirconia,

We need to speak ASAP. You know where I'm at.

Niflhel.

He stamped it and sent it on the way.

Neither letter was the crisp, pristine writing he often would use. Instead a sloppy but readable script, too tired to invest much more into the writing. As it was he had been pushing his bounds feeling muscles ache and scream with an angry burning sensation, wanting nothing more than to rest.

Eventually, he got up and flopped over on his bed. Staring up at the puppets, looking unhappily. "You guys are being moved tomorrow." He informed them. He was too tired to do anymore moving without having some sort of rest.

He slipped into a fitful sleep, watching the scenes of the night unfold again. Plaguing him constantly and waking him from sleep to find himself drenched in sweat. At one point Merlin was outside, downstairs whining. But Azzo was too tired and weak from the fight to move, despite wanting too. He sighed softly hoping that Polaris was okay.