The last thing I could remember… was falling asleep with my mewsprit… but… I can't hear anything now; all I can feel… all I can smell… is pain!
Her eyes shot open, to see her matesprit standing in front of her, his eyes wide. "K-Kurloz…?" Her thoughts echoed; she was still looking at him, "…is…is he speaking to me…?" He was gazing back at her, horror and fear shinning brightly in his yellow-purple eyes. "…Blood…?" She could see the green liquid on his hand as he held it up, his mouth moving as if he was trying to say something; he was trying to tell her something… "…Am I… bleeding…? …Speak louder I can't…" Kurloz gazed directly at her, "…hear you…."
He grabbed her hands and held them against her ears by her wrists, holding them in place. She could feel the flow of blood from her ears… "Kurloz… speak louder…" She thought, still looking at him, her eyes wide, "…I can't hear you… what are… are you trying to say to me…? Say it louder…"
He was still trying to speak, his mouth moving as if he was saying something, something urgently, something importantly… but… she couldn't hear him. "…Speak louder…" She thought impatiently, still gazing into his eyes. Then he looked like he was gasping, as if he finally realized something… "…Speak up…! Speak louder…! I can't hear you…."
Just silence… he stopped trying to speak, the green liquid rolling off his hands and arms like teardrops… then splashes of purple hit the ground, mixing in with the green… "…Are you… crying…?" Her voice echoed, as she looked at the purple foaming up under his eyes… "…Speak up… I can't hear you… please… talk to me… I want to help you… you're my mewsprit… I want you to speak to me…"
But he didn't say anything more, he turned away, then there was a loud noise that was unexplainable, and then a splash of purple on the floor. "…K-kurloz! W-what… have you…" He held a needle in one of his hands, and more purple splashed on the floor, even dripping from Kurloz's chin. He looked at her, stitches over his mouth, purple blood streaming from his lips and the stitches. "…Kurloz… what…" Her voice began to rise in her throat again, "…what have you done…?"
He just smiled eerily at her, almost way too creepy, because she wanted to look away, feeling green tears streak her face. "…What did you do to yourself?" Her voice rose higher, but he put one finger to his lips, silencing her. …He was so mysterious now… so different…
…Almost too different…
"…Speak to me, Kurloz," She tried to urge him, putting her hands on his cheeks. Her fingers felt his cheeks, they felt like ice, and they were pale with his face make-up… more tears ran down her face. "…What did you do, Kurloz? Why did you do this?"