The water beating down on the mysterious scratches the covered his upper body stung, but after everything else that had happened in the last couple hours Zyk sort of appreciated the pain. It was grounding, he felt, anchored him in the here and now as much as the pale hands that flitted about. Ever was trying, as best as the blonde could. He'd managed to get Zyk up and away from the mess of their shared quarters, into the calming percussion of a hot shower.

He was still quiet, though. Mind still circling endlessly over the ruin of years worth of collecting, and the injuries her bore that had no ascertainable source. If it was a thief, why couldn't he remember it, and why wasn't anything missing? If not a thief, than who?

Had it been me?

Had he done this to himself? He wasn't sure, and that was perhaps the worst of it. What could possibly set him to tear at his own body like that? Not to mention the dead beetles he'd found in and among the heavier blood stains. As if they'd been torn from his body...

Heaving a sigh he leaned forward against the wall of the shower, forearms and brow resting against the coolness of the tile. The contrast in temperature felt wonderful. What he wouldn't give to turn off his brain, just for a few moments. Just for a little peace. If he couldn't have answers, he would have given a great deal for some peace.