Cyr nodded lightly. "Right, right. And yes, I can read your mind, Niola." He said, sighing in a tired fashion, he looked up at her - but smiled, "And I don't judge you for having those thoughts. I don't even know myself anymore..."
He shook his head quickly, breathing heavily. "I think my body rejected most of the poision, but..." He grunted, holding his head. "We need to get to the academy, and find some refuge there."
He stood up again, swaying lightly, and nearly falling into Niola as he stabled himself on her shoulder. Gently, though. Rings were forming under his eyes from lack of sleep, using telepathic powers as much as he did today does that to you. "After that, we need to find the others, I... I'm sorry I stormed off like that, Niola... If we'd all stayed together, it..."
Cyr let out a deep breath. Shaking his head, and chuckling bitterly. "God damn this sucks, doesn't it?" He said, laughing - as if releasing somthing, tears pouring down his eyes suddenly. It just came, like a big, hot wave welling up inside him. Soon, his laughing began to turn to sobbing as he stood there, his head facing the ground as he gradually got himself together.
"Let's go."
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