Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds
The Burden Time Always Reveals
By Lucky_Ladybug
Notes: The characters aren't mine and the story is! Of course, I had to get a more gruesome idea for an Over the Nexus based fic. This is post-Crash Town in that video game verse, another version of the storyline I explored in A Break That Would Make It Okay. I'm using the prompt #89 - End, from the abandoned 5Ds_100 comm on Livejournal. Kalin has a car both because he needed it for the plot and because I learned you can't even have a motorcycle license in Oregon without having a driver's license first. Oops. (I localize the setting as per the YGO Classic dub, and why I picked Oregon is a long story...)
Life had been good in Satisfaction Town ever since the troublemakers had been taken away. Kalin had never thought he'd be grateful to Sector Security for anything, but after they had arrested Malcolm, Lawton, and Radley, the town and the people had finally been able to start healing.
Well, most of the people. Radley's Bunch was always begging Kalin to help them get Radley out of the Facility, insisting he didn't belong there and that he was being falsely accused. Of course, Kalin hadn't been able to swallow that. Radley had been one of the two gang leaders in town. He had been a bad influence on the Bunch and he had helped the chaos reign in town for years. Kalin had worked for him and he had found the man very disreputable. Radley had tried multiple times to get Kalin to like him, but Kalin hadn't fallen for it, and finally Radley had shown his true colors and become harsh and cold. He was just a stereotypical biker punk and he deserved what he had got.
Jordan had been found alive after rescuing Kalin from a falling boulder. For a time he'd had amnesia, but when Kalin had brought the pendant Nico and West had given him, the special memories attached to it had overcome the amnesia. Now he was back with the kids, safe and sound.
Kalin had settled into his positions as mayor and sheriff of the little town. He loved it and the people loved him. Finally he had a purpose again, a good one, and he could be useful looking after them all.
His only regret was that he didn't see or hear from Yusei much. Yusei was busy in the City and had little time for making it out to Satisfaction Town. But Kalin knew Yusei was happy for him and supported him, and that cheered him even while he had to admit that he was lonely for a friend in town.
The ringing telephone jarred him out of his thoughts. "Hello?"
He hadn't expected to hear Trudge on the other end of the line. "Kalin?"
Kalin leaned back, playing with the pencil in his hand. "What is it?" Sector Security checked in with him now and then, to make sure everything was running smoothly, but for the most part they left running the town up to him. It was such a complete turn-around from when he had been a crazed Public Enemy Number One, targeting the Sector Security building for his insane revolution.
Trudge cleared his throat, uncomfortable. "There's . . . uh . . . been some trouble here at the Facility. I didn't know who else to call. . . ."
Kalin leaned forward again, now in disbelief. "Why me? Don't you have enough officers there to handle it?"
"Yeah! That's . . . that's not the problem." Trudge blew out his breath in awkward frustration. "You see, some prisoners started making trouble and bullying this other prisoner, and when they started getting rough, someone else stepped in to try to defend him and took a knife to the gut. He's dead. His family won't claim him and . . . well, you and those guys out there are the only other people I could think of to call. If you don't want him either, the City'll just bury him, but . . ."
"Who is it?!" Kalin demanded in further disbelief. "There's no one there we . . ." But he trailed off as the realization hit him. ". . . You can't mean Radley?!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, I mean Radley!" Trudge said. "I don't know what the heck happened. Well, you know how some prisoners are. They just wanna make trouble. Malcolm and Lawton, those other guys from your town, started kicking up a fuss. Or Malcolm did, rather. It looks like it was some kinda twisted plan of theirs to stage a breakout. Lawton killed Radley and they both tried to get away in the commotion. We caught them, though. But we don't know what to do with this poor guy."
Kalin suddenly felt dizzy. He dropped the pencil and brought a hand to his forehead. "You say he was trying to protect someone?!"
"Yeah, just some poor sap who's not any kind of hardened criminal and was there on some minor charge. He didn't know his way around and Malcolm was trying to use him as a shield or something. Radley came to try to get Malcolm to let him go and Lawton just gutted him after the guy was safe."
Kalin swallowed the cotton in his throat, but it only came back. "Why won't his family take him?"
"They hate him. Kicked him out when he grew out his hair and put on jewelry and won't have anything more to do with him."
Kalin sank back in the chair. He had died like that, all alone, and he really had been abandoned, as Kalin had believed about himself. . . .
"I . . . I'll take him," he rasped.
Trudge breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. Just come by today, if you have the chance."
"I will." Kalin hung up, his hand violently trembling.
Radley was dead. . . .
Somehow Kalin had never thought that would be his ex-employer's fate. He had assumed Radley would stay a prisoner for a while and then be let out. Kalin had been bracing himself for Radley coming back and the Bunch adoring him and falling under his spell again.
The Bunch had kept telling Kalin Radley was good and kind, that the rude biker punk attitude was just a facade and he had been trying to protect the town from Malcolm for years. Kalin hadn't believed a word. But . . . now Radley's life had been cut short because of trying to save someone else's. What if . . . what if the Bunch had been right all along?
What if Kalin could have saved him if he had only listened?
He stumbled up from his desk, drawing a shaking breath. He had to get himself under control. He couldn't possibly drive in this state.
He debated whether or not to tell the Bunch. Obviously they would have to know, but if he told them now, they would all want to come—and there would probably be a heated and pain-filled argument between them all and that would only stress Kalin more and might even cause an accident. Maybe he should just go in alone and tell them when he came back.
In the end, that was what he decided was the best thing to do. He took his car instead of his motorcycle and drove through the wilderness that separated Satisfaction Town from the City. Within an hour he was there, and showing his official sheriff badge to get into the Facility.
In spite of himself, a chill ran up his spine to see the place again. He hadn't been back since he had died there and been reborn as a Dark Signer. The prisoners were no longer tortured or marked or tracked, but the halls were the same. There were too many horrible memories here. He wanted to immediately leave, but he had a job to do.
It was a relief, at least, to see Trudge waiting for him. Trudge quickly escorted him to the morgue, not speaking beyond greeting him until they were alone.
"Thanks for coming so fast," he said. "I know it was short notice and all."
"How did Lawton get hold of a knife anyway?!" Kalin exclaimed.
"We don't know," Trudge admitted. "Maybe somebody on the outside slipped it to him. He never had visitors, though, except for his lawyer. We're trying to reach him now." He grimaced. "Of course that guy will deny it. I hate to think of him representing Lawton in court. He really might get out with that shyster working for him!"
Kalin's eyes narrowed. "That really would be a crime," he said darkly. As if it wasn't bad enough what Lawton had done in Satisfaction Town, to have just cut Radley down as he had was horrible.
He had never thought he would be so outraged at something done to Radley. . . .
At last they arrived at the grim room and Trudge pushed open the door. Kalin walked in, not sure what he would see.
He had thought he had braced himself for the sight, but when he saw Radley chalk-white on a slab, deathly still with his middle covered in his own blood, he had to grip the doorframe and look away. He was no stranger to gruesome scenes. The blood didn't bother him in and of itself. But . . . when it was Radley's blood, and it had been spilled to show just how badly Kalin had misjudged him, Kalin felt like throwing up.
This truly was his fault. The Bunch had pleaded with him so many times to call and get Radley out. They had tried, but no one had listened to them. The warden would have listened to Kalin, they had insisted. But Kalin hadn't believed them and hadn't wanted to get Radley back. He had just allowed this to happen.
"You okay?" Trudge finally asked.
Kalin managed a shaky nod. He turned back, forcing himself to walk into the room.
He stopped short in disbelief when he saw the knife still buried in Radley's flesh. "What the . . . ?! He's dead! You don't have to follow that rule about not removing the weapon!"
Trudge went red. ". . . The thing is, we couldn't get it out," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "We asked Lawton where he got it, and of course he's not talking, and it was just an ordinary blade. There's no logical reason why it should be stuck!"
Kalin grunted. He grasped the handle himself and pulled, but Trudge was right—it wouldn't budge an inch.
". . . It must be caught on something," he said. It was sickening, but it was the only possible explanation.
"We did an X-Ray and it's not," Trudge shot back. "I dunno what we're gonna do with it. But I guess it's your problem now."
Kalin frowned and nodded. "I guess it is." He went closer, reaching for the lifeless form. Suddenly it had occurred to him that he was going to have to take Radley in his arms and carry him out to the car, and later, to the Satisfaction Town morgue. It was a chilling realization. As he lifted the body, his knees buckled. Radley wasn't heavy, but Kalin's guilt definitely was.
"Are you gonna be okay?" Trudge asked.
"Of course," Kalin said. "Radley's the one who's dead. Not me."
"He means nothing to you then?" Trudge frowned. "Why take him?"
Kalin shut his eyes tightly. "Because this is my fault," he whispered. "I let him die when I could have saved him." In spite of his flippant words to Trudge, he knew he would never be okay again.
He started the long walk back out to his car. The more he walked, the more the memories swirled around him. Radley had been friendly and cheerful when Kalin had arrived and wanted to duel. But he had also been rough around the edges and Kalin hadn't believed in his sincerity. He had just wanted a good worker, Kalin had been sure, and he had refused to be swept in by the gang leader's charisma.
But . . . the Bunch had insisted he meant it. What if he had?
Malcolm had declared open war on him and he hadn't tried to fight back. Instead, realizing he couldn't win, he had tried to get away with the Bunch. But Sector Security had caught him.
So many times the Bunch had told Kalin he needed to get Radley out. He had kept refusing, not wanting to let him back into town. But . . . if the Bunch had been right about everything, and Radley had taken care of them and tried to save the town . . . maybe . . . maybe he had really deserved to be there.
He wouldn't have had to get involved in trying to save that prisoner. Kalin had never seen the prisoners lift a finger to help him or anyone else. But Radley had anyway. Why?
Why, if he wasn't exactly what the Bunch had kept saying?
Why, if he wasn't a good person?
Kalin's legs gave out when he stepped outside the Facility and into the parking lot. He fell to his knees, cradling Radley close to him. "I'm sorry," he choked out. "I'm so sorry. You fought for the town, and the Bunch tried so hard to fight for you, but . . . I was too bull-headed to let them. I let you die! Now you're gone, and if you really wanted to be my friend and I didn't let you . . . !"
He had never given much thought to Radley's actions even after his mind cleared. But now it was becoming so obvious that maybe he had grown hardened and cold not because that was his true nature, but because Kalin had hurt him so deeply. Kalin hadn't even thought someone like that would feel much, or care. But . . . if he had been wrong . . .
"What did I do to you?" Kalin whispered. "What did I cause?"
You're just feeling guilty for yourself. You don't really care about me, specifically.
Kalin stiffened. It was an eerie sensation, a feeling that Radley was there observing him and talking to him. That wasn't possible, and yet . . . it was hard to believe he wasn't there. . . . It felt like eyes boring into his back.
. . . Technically it was possible. Kalin knew firsthand spirits continued on after death. But . . . would Radley really stick around here, with someone who had hurt him so much? That didn't make sense, so Kalin was sure it was his imagination, and yes, his guilt.
". . . Maybe you're right to some extent," he said quietly. He would pretend Radley was there. Maybe that would help him deal with this rush of new feelings. Maybe it would make it harder later, but for now . . . for now it might help to get it all out.
Of course I am.
"I feel sick that I did this to you. The Bunch kept insisting I call and get you out, and . . . I didn't want to." Kalin looked down at Radley's pained, sad face and gently brushed the hair away from his right eye. "I thought you were a bad influence on them, and the town, and I thought you deserved to stay where you were. But . . . you didn't, did you? Everything they said . . . that was the truth, wasn't it? You loved them, and the town, and you were trying to protect it. . . ."
I love money too. I wanted that, and the mine . . . but not at the expense of people's lives. . . . Yes, I was trying to stop Malcolm's cruelty. I knew things would get worse if he took over.
"You must have felt so betrayed and alone," Kalin choked out. "I'm so sorry! . . . It's not just about me and my guilt. I know what it's like to be left all alone in the Facility. I never should have done that to you when I knew! I just let you suffer. I let you stay in a situation where you would die!"
. . . Did you know I was going to die?
"Of course not," Kalin objected. ". . . I thought you'd get out after a while."
. . . Then, if you honestly thought that, don't think of it that you knowingly left me to die. But . . . if you had known, would it have made a difference? Would you have tried to save me before it was too late?
"Yes," Kalin insisted, and he realized it was true. "I never would have left you there if I'd known. You were a good person, even though I refused to see it! I was drowning in depression and self-hatred when I first came to town and I couldn't see anything clearly. I wish . . . I wish I'd recognized your goodness long ago. I wish . . . we could have been friends." He touched Radley's cold cheek.
If you really mean all of this, I kinda wish we could have too.
"Now I'll have to take you back and tell the Bunch you're gone . . . and that I failed you and all of them. . . ." Kalin held Radley a little closer. "I'm not fit to stay in Satisfaction Town now. I'll have to step down and move on. . . ."
. . . Hey. You really feel that bad about it?
"Yes!" Kalin exclaimed. "How can I say I'm looking after the people when I ignored the Bunch and let this happen to you?! It's a hollow, meaningless joke!"
. . . You thought you were looking after them, though, right? By keeping me away?
"What difference does that make?!" Kalin shot back. This conversation was getting ridiculous. Why was he continuing to invent Radley talking to him, and why on Earth was he now envisioning Radley apparently trying to comfort him?
. . . Because that was what Radley really would do? Kalin had seen him talking to the Bunch so many times, trying to comfort them. Maybe he actually would feel the same about Kalin, if he knew the whole story.
It makes all the difference in the world. Yeah, you made a mistake. If you want the full truth, a hell of a bad one. But . . . look at all the mistakes I made. I agreed to Malcolm's demands for nightly duels thinking that would protect the people. Look at all the people who suffered because of it! I wish I could take it all back. But I can't. You can't. We just have to live with what we caused.
Kalin shut his eyes tightly. "I will always live with this. You died because of me, and you should have lived."
Just like I'll always live with what I caused. But that doesn't mean running away is the answer. You've done a lot for the people in Crash Town. Don't leave them high and dry now. Learn from this and be better!
". . . You can actually tell me this when you're . . ." Kalin shook his head and started to get up. "I know this is all in my head. I should get going."
Do what you wanna do. But just remember, I don't want you to cut out. And . . . I really wish now that I could come back.
". . . I wish you could too," Kalin whispered. He started to walk forlornly to the car.
Without warning the knife fell out of the wound and dropped to the ground. Kalin jumped a mile. All this time it had stayed stuck, and now, for seemingly no reason at all, it had come out?! Why?!
When he looked down, he had an even bigger shock. The wound was mending, the blood vanishing from Radley's skin and clothes. The body jerked and his eyes flew open as he gasped for breath.
". . . W-What?!" Kalin cried, almost dropping him. "Radley?!"
Radley looked up, just as shocked as Kalin was. "I . . . I'm alive?!" he exclaimed.
Kalin was frozen, his mind blank on how to even react. Was this real? Was he going crazy?
Finally, taking a chance, he hugged Radley close. "You're alive," he whispered. "I don't understand it in the least, but . . . you're alive! We'll go back inside and I'll clear your name. I'm not going to leave without you!"
"Kalin . . ." Radley stared at him and finally, slowly started to smile. He leaned in, hugging back. "I think we've got something here."
Kalin wasn't at all sure what kind of reception they were going to get when they went back inside. He brought the knife for good measure. But when they arrived at the warden's office, to their utter shock Malcolm was there, wringing his hands and looking anxious.
"I still don't know what I'm doing here," he said.
"Neither do I," frowned the warden. "How about you tell me? You said it was a matter of life and death!"
"Yeah, well, it is," Malcolm said gruffly. "Radley's."
". . . He's already dead," the warden retorted. "Your brother killed him."
"That's just the thing, though," Malcolm said. "He didn't! Well, not exactly. . . ."
Radley shot Kalin a bewildered look. Kalin just glowered at Malcolm and said nothing. Their presence hadn't yet been noticed, and he rather wanted to hear what Malcolm was going to say. He might not say it if they were seen.
"How do you 'not exactly' kill someone?" The warden looked bored and annoyed.
"If you use a dad-blamed cursed knife!" Malcolm finally blurted. "See, our lawyer was in on it, alright. He found the knife—I've got no idea how—and brought it to Lawton to conceal in his Duel Gun. We planned our escape real careful, right down to being sure Radley would step in if we bullied some poor fool. Lawton'd stab him and we'd get out. The knife has a curse on it—if you're stabbed by it, you're dead . . . unless you still wanna live. We figured Radley was about spent, so once he was hit, it'd be as good as a real death. It seemed like the perfect way to get back at him after all he did to us."
Radley fumed, clenching his fists. "Why those . . . !"
Kalin was outraged as well. It was all he could do not to storm in right then and lift Malcolm off the floor or something else that would vent his fury.
The warden still looked skeptical. "So you're trying to say that even though he's completely clinically dead, he could come back hours later if he found the will to live again."
"That's exactly what I'm saying!" Malcolm said. "And I don't know why I decided to come and tell you all this. I know you think I'm off in the head. I probably am, to even care what happens to that creep. But when he ran out in all sincerity trying to protect that idiot and Lawton got him like a stuck pig, well . . ." He looked away, glaring at the wall. "I saw that look in his eyes—resignation, sadness . . . realizing he was on his way out and there was nothing he could do to stop it—and it just . . . well, it's haunting me, alright?! He fell down dead and just lay there like that and . . . it's just not right. I know I wanted him dead, even swore open war on him back in town, but . . . actually seeing it was something else again. I don't want him dead, Warden."
"Well, what do you want me to do?" the warden frowned. "Call Mr. Kessler back and tell him all of this and see what he can think to do about it?"
"I . . . I don't know!" Malcolm threw up his hands. "I just know you have to make sure he doesn't get buried or something! He can still come back if people care about him and he knows it! He thinks no one cares anymore. That's why he's so beat-down."
Radley finally stepped forward, pushing the door open. "Well, I have to say I'm touched, Malcolm."
Malcolm jumped a mile, while the warden looked ready to faint. "Radley!" Malcolm exclaimed. "You're alive!"
"Thanks to my new friend Kalin." Radley gestured to him as he came in too.
"Everything Malcolm said must be the truth," Kalin said. He held out the knife. "This only fell out when Radley wanted to live again."
"Now I'm as good as new." Radley ran his hand over his abdomen.
"And I have a lot of things to tell you about Crash Town, Warden," Kalin said. "Maybe Malcolm will stay and back me up." His eyes narrowed. "I'm not leaving without Radley. He doesn't belong here. He never should have been sent here."
The warden struggled to recover from the shock. "I know it's commendable, what he did," he said, "and maybe that will get him a reduced sentence, but it doesn't change what happened in Crash Town."
"You never heard the whole story," Kalin said. He looked down. "And I heard it, but I didn't believe it."
Between himself, Radley, and yes, Malcolm, they told the complete story of Crash Town. The warden listened, stunned and dismayed. Before the conclusion, he started writing on a slip of paper. He presented that to Radley when they finished.
"You shouldn't have been brought here," he said sorrowfully. "You did what you could to protect that town. This is your release. Go home to your friends."
"Thank you," Radley said in relief. He looked to Malcolm. "And . . . thanks for backing us up, and for coming in here at all. I never thought it possible, Malcolm, but it looks like you do have a conscience."
"Well . . ." Malcolm looked away with an embarrassed scowl. "You just get kinda attached to somebody after knowing them for so long. You deserved a better send-off than dying all alone like that. Or being buried alive." He shuddered.
"I think you once would have laughed about that," Radley said.
"I even laughed when Lawton and I were talking about it," Malcolm said. "But just talking was a lot different than actually seeing."
"No arguments there," Radley said.
Kalin still found it surreal as he and Radley walked out the doors and headed for the car. Radley was really alive, and he was coming home. Kalin wanted him to come home.
They climbed in and pulled down the seatbelts.
"Should we call the Bunch and let them know we're coming?" Kalin wondered.
"Hmm. Let's surprise them," Radley said. "It won't take too long to drive back."
Kalin nodded. "Alright then." He started the engine. ". . . Do we tell them what happened?"
"What do you think?" Radley returned.
". . . I think they deserve to know how I failed them," Kalin said. "If they think I just went out to pick you up, they'll think I'm so much better than I am. I don't deserve that, and I'm not sure I could stand to see them praising me after what I did."
Radley stared off into the night. "They probably deserve to know, alright," he said. "I was never the type to keep things from them. But we should tell them together. Don't go putting yourself down without me."
". . . Deal," Kalin said. ". . . Were you really talking to me, before . . . ?" It was a stupid question, perhaps, but he had to know. He still wasn't positive he hadn't imagined it. This whole evening felt like a dream, really.
". . . Yeah, I was," Radley said. "Enchanted death or not, I was out of my body. I saw and heard everything."
Kalin flushed. "Oh."
"What, you're embarrassed now?" Radley looked to him. "Yeah, I guess you bore your soul a lot there, and maybe you wouldn't have done it if you'd thought I was actually listening, but . . ." He softened. "That's what brought me back, Kalin. You brought me back. Everything you said—realizing you cared, the Bunch still cared, all of it . . . it made me wanna live again."
"I know that's how I felt, when I was here," Kalin said. "If I'd realized my friends still cared, I wouldn't have lost all will to live. I would have kept fighting in spite of the torture."
"We've both gone through a lot, haven't we?" Radley said. "You know, Kalin, I always pegged you as a lost and wounded soul, but a survivor too. I always thought you belonged with us. If you want it . . . that invitation's open again."
"That's more than I deserve," Kalin said quietly. "But . . . yes, now I want it."
Radley leaned back into the seat. "Good. You'll see I'm a good friend. Real loyal."
"I know that now," Kalin said. He hesitated. ". . . Who were you before?" he wondered. "I mean . . . how did you end up out here, running a motorcycle gang?"
"What you're really wondering is how somebody with little class got a lot of power, right?" Radley smirked. "Funny thing is, I fooled you again. I actually do have class. My family is rich. I grew up in high society. I can play classical piano, use fancy silverware, all that stuff. I learned business management from them, at least, so that's how I know how to run a mine. But I didn't belong there. When I went to college, I found a new world. I grew my hair out, starting wearing jewelry, and I discovered motorcycles. I felt so free. But my family thought I'd become a Hells Angel or something and kicked me out. I've been on my own ever since. And . . . well, after some heartaches, I just decided to be what people thought I was, to some extent. I started acting like a stereotypical rude biker, in some ways. I never ripped up towns or anything, but I thought I wouldn't get hurt if people thought I was tough." He rubbed his knee. "The Bunch saw the real me still, but other people didn't. And I still got hurt. I guess I don't belong with the biker crowd either. I don't fit in anywhere."
Kalin fell silent, pondering all that he was being told. "You're nothing like what I thought," he admitted. "But . . . you fit in with the people who love you. The Bunch definitely does. They're always gushing about you as a big brother or even a dad figure. That's not a small thing."
"Yeah?" Radley had to smile. "I'm glad they've never given up on me."
"They love you so much," Kalin said. "I hope I'll come to care about you like that too."
"I think we're going to be friends, alright," Radley smiled more. "If you're willing to open your heart, we'll bond pretty closely. We've already got a good start on that. You bringing me back to life, that's a pretty unique connection right there."
"That's true," Kalin said. "I'm . . . I'm glad I could help you after failing you so much. . . ."
"Me too," Radley smiled.
"I still don't know how you can forgive me, though," Kalin said.
Radley sighed. "I guess I'm just too soft. And I feel like everyone deserves another chance, especially if there's extenuating circumstances for how they acted."
"Ex - . . ." Kalin shook his head. "You really are educated."
"I guess I'm grateful for that," Radley mused. "It comes in handy."
". . . Do you miss your family?" Kalin asked.
"Yeah," Radley admitted. "But . . . the Bunch feels more like my family than my biological family does. I miss them the most."
Kalin drove under the town sign. "Well, you'll see them now."
The Bunch swarmed the car as soon as Kalin stopped. "Kalin! Where were you?!" Scotch exclaimed. But then he saw Radley and his eyes lit up with sheer joy. "Radley! You're home!" He hauled the door open. "I knew Kalin could get you out!" He lunged, hugging Radley close.
Radley laughed and held him, and reached for the others as they ran over too. "Yeah," he said. "I'm home, and I'm never leaving again."
Kalin leaned on the steering wheel and smiled. This was as it should be. He would always feel horrible he hadn't listened to the Bunch sooner and brought Radley home before tragedy struck. But thank God it hadn't been too late.
He and Radley would tell the Bunch what happened later, together as they planned. But for now, they would just bask in the joyous reunion.
Ending Notes: I love how this turned out so much. My favorite part is probably Radley communicating with Kalin out-of-body. Since this Radley isn't in as bad of an emotional and mental state due to not being abandoned and tortured in the mines, he has more presence of mind to try to comfort Kalin—although I think the anime Radleys would certainly be capable of that as well if they witnessed Kalin's breakdown. I've experimented with that a little, usually in RPs such as with Time Thief and MoonlightTyger.