I'm not sure what to say. But you will be shocked! :D

Thatch and Moon didn't know what to say as they watched Fatch do an incredibly long hand stand, hoping he was alright. After all, they knew he was still furious about everything that was happening. They couldn't really blame him though. And they guessed technically he was handling it fairly well. He could've been laying into everybody like before.

A few days had gone by, and the trio were at home now, as the headmasters said Fatch was in a far too violent mood to be in school. So they sent Thatch and Moon home with him to make sure he calmed down. Although, Thatch and Moon wouldn't object to a few days off. Besides, they DID need to make sure Fatch didn't destroy another tv like he did the day before. As hilarious as it was, they knew the prince hated tv shopping, as the clerks always ignored what he said he was looking for.

They also kinda wanted him to stand normal, but figured he wasn't causing any damage like this so perhaps he was fine. Fatch did seem a bit more calm... which was a little strange in their eyes, but as long as it was working...

Thatch and Moon also didn't have the heart to try and get Fatch to talk about how he really, REALLY felt about all this. He was showing signs of anger and aggression, but they knew he only did that out of habit. He was used to bottling up his emotions and turning it all into anger. But how did he REALLY feel about Fatima? Was he terrified? Sad? Confused or even just worried? They needed to get these emotions out of him, and they knew it. But they, again, didn't quite have the heart to do so. They feared the normally strong prince might break down in tears... and they hated seeing him cry...

Taking a deep breath, Thatch bent down beside the prince, trying to word this right.

" Hey Fatch? Can we talk? "

Fatch growled softly before he sighed, bending his arms a bit and springing into the air, landing gracefully on his feet. He dusted himself off gently before looking at the children, crossing his arms, the glare never leaving his face. Thatch gulped, taking another large breath before he began again.

" W-we think you might be taking things a little hard, but I- ah... WE want to know why. "

Fatch snarled again, his glare intensifying greatly.

" Thatch, Moon, I think it's obvious that I'm pissed. "

" Y-yes, but why? "

Moon tried, cowering close to Thatch as if the other could protect him. Fatch snorted, and the duo was afraid he might snap.

" Why?! Frost and Charlene kidnapped my sister then ditched her! Why wouldn't I be?! "

" It's more than that though, isn't it? "

Thatch offered, relieved when Fatch actually looked a little... confused. Perhaps they were getting through.

" ... What...? "

" There's more to your hatred towards them for kidnapping her. "

Moon said gently.

" It's like... "

" Like you're blaming her disappearance solely on yourself. "

As Thatch said this, Fatch's expression went blank. As if he didn't understand. Suddenly the prince began to laugh, as if he found this whole thing ridiculous.

" What?! "

Fatch yelped, holding his sides and grinning widely.

" I-I'm not doing that! "

" Fatch, you feel like you should've known. "

Thatch muttered, frowning softly.

" You would've rushed to her rescue in a heart beat if you had. You want to now, but you still don't know where she is. And it's hard on you. "

" Sh-shut up... "

Fatch spat, shuddering greatly. The duo knew they were getting through.

" You feel helpless in this position, and you want to help, but you don't know how. And you hate that. You feel like you let her down. "

" Stop it... "

Fatch whimpered, his ruby eyes beginning to shine more profoundly in sadness.

" Please... "

" Fatch. "

Moon whispered softly. The two simply stared at each other, Moon keeping a firm stare in an attempt to get Fatch to back down. The prince in question began to shudder even further before he finally broke. Immediately he covered his mouth and knelt to the ground, the children instantly swarmed around him and brought him into an embrace, hoping to calm him down. As they said before, the tears were inevitable.

Slowly they forced their arms beneath his and forced him to stand up, beginning to lead him to the couch, slowly sitting on either side of the prince.

" I-I wanna save her... "

Fatch whimpered, now covering his eyes.

" But I know I can't... I-I feel as useless as the time I couldn't get the cure for Thatch as he was dying from that sickness... guys I feel useless! "

The duo didn't know what to say. All they could do was comfort the prince. Neither of them could blame Fatch for this break down. After all, they'd be acting the same way in this position. They just hope this break down would help him in the long run...

The trio suddenly jumped once they heard the front door slam open, looking behind them to find a panting Septimus there. He looked tired and breathless. And maybe he hadn't slept or eaten in the last few days either, he certainly looked like he was dehydrated and starving. Basically, he looked like hell.

The demon didnt even explain himself, he simply looked at Fatch, his expression saying how important this was. Fatch quickly dried his eyes and gave the other his upmost attention.

" What is it Septimus? "

Septimus took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before continuing.

" Fatch, get your family ready for a trip- I have the guardians outside with a chariot. A large... "

The demon sighed, looking up and pupils dilated; obviously that chariot hadn't been easy to obtain.

" ... large golden chariot... "

" Septimus, slow down a little. "

Moon said softly, standing up and staring at the other.

" What is it? Why is there a chariot waiting for us? "

" Because! "

Septimus yelped, his hair blazing briefly in determination.

" Because I- ... I found her. I found Fatima. "

Wow! Septimus is good! Hope this shocked you guys!