Zane
My falcon perched on my shoulders, lightly preening my hair as I sat in confining darkness of my room.
I reached up and scratched his head. "You seem to be awfully worried about me, dear Jules..."
He cawed softly, looking at me with sad blue eyes.
I smiled. "I will be just fine my avian friend, I may need some time though..."
He blinked, then spoke to me in my mind.
You are so thoroughly bothered by this woman that you can't find and I am just worried that...you may try to hurt yourself...if you cannot find a proper reason for your revival...
I stared blankly at the bird. "Hurt myself...you mean...suicide? I would never do such a thing, no good comes from death, it only brings grief upon loved ones..."
I could swear Jules's beak turned up into a smile. Your loved ones will always be here to help you through your own grief...just know that.
And once again he was silent, preening away at my short white hair.
A knock came at the door, as did a familiar voice.
"Zane? It's P.I.X.A.L., may I come in?"
"Please do." I called. "Company is not opposed..."
Cautiously she entered into my personal dojo, letting the door click shut behind her. "It is cold in here..."
I shrugged. "I am the ninja of ice..."
She approached me and took my face in her hands, making me look up at her.
"Zane I am worried for your health." She said. "You've been isolating yourself more and more from us, this unknown woman you seek seems to be messing with your head."
I leaned into one of her hands with my face, I guess you could say I nuzzled it. "I told you I'm not going anywhere...but...I'll admit I'm having much difficulty finding closure..."
She dropped down to my level and squeezed me with a strength that could quite possibly have suffocated a human. "Come out of here. Cole has news for you."
I sighed, then leaned back from her vice-like grip and smiled. "Alright. I'll bite."