He wasn't able to sleep well after that encounter.

Both on the day that it occurred and for the many nights that had passed since it's occurrence. Simply haunted by the looks of horror and disgust he could remember glaring at him , and their crude insults being used to pierce his hopeful but naïve understanding and visage which was now tainted with something he did not know either.

It's because of such…He didn't go out as much either. That he once craved for with his heart and soul so deeply , it somehow felt strangely foreign to him after that event. As if this sudden understanding of him doing something forbidden was starting to seize his reasoning , but he couldn't understand why that was the case.

The world he had been watching , he had been dreaming to explore , why did it feel so far away from him now? When it was just a walk away or a window behind his grasp , yet still he felt there was a distance between him and it which couldn't be so easily closed off by physical efforts or means.

But why?

Questions never ceased to addle him as he reverted to previous behaviours of viewing the ever changing world from nothing more than a bystanders perspective. Only going out when the walls around him go too dreary to witness and a closing feeling would start to cave in his chest sometimes, and then also when he would be told to partake in errands.

Or to see if Hazel was back yet.

But other than that he didn't really wish to be outside again.

Though honestly that wish wasn't exactly from him.

Because still there was that part in him which wanted to experience the warmth of the coming summer for his own and not through the rays that came through his barred windows. To see the colourful plants in their full bloom and the animals that would come to graze alongside , and see how the dynamic of life changed with this new wave of heat and energy that would seize the city every year.

He still wanted to see all of that and more.

But now…

It felt like he couldn't.

Or at least…

He shouldn't.

As it felt like his presence was something out of place in a beautiful picture like that. Considering all that was said to him and all that was done , this was the aftermath that he came to acknowledge after being able to process such a harsh reality check.

The reality which he had been so ignorant of being aware of , but was somehow being defined by the thing that stuck out prominently on the right side of his face. And he still didn't even know why that was the case.

As when he would try to ruminate over the unknown feature , his mind would get trapped in the thoughts surrounding the fear that those children had towards him when they focused on it with no shame. Getting worked up and even more terrified as the encounter ensued , acting in a way as if this mark on his face was a threat to them or was going to attack them , which really made no sense to him.

Then even going as far as to demonise him and his being just for being the bearer of such , to which he couldn't stop wondering after that…

What did this mark actually mean?

Though when he was younger he did have some moments when he would question the presence of this thing on his face , why no one else other than his mother had such a thing on them , with the lack of answers he was given on the matter , eventually he started to assume that it was something that was unique to the both of them and might have been something they shared naturally.

Or since they were related it was something to show their blood connection.

But thinking deeply about that now , he honestly couldn't tell how much truth was in that theory of his. Because for all that he could remember , there wasn't a time when he could think back to when he didn't see himself with this on his face.

Neither him nor on her.

But with how those kids had reacted towards him…Was it then possible that wasn't meant to be the case? Was it something that hadn't been passed on but rather put on them instead? But if that was the case…Then why?

Through reaching incessant dead ends in his logic due nothing more than his sheer ignorance on all that surrounded this matter , Jellal realised that the only person who could actually inform him properly about this enigma they shared was none other than the woman who bore the mark with him.

His mother.

Kaileen Fernandes.

She had to have known the nature of this mark that he couldn't contrive , she had to! She was the one who would be able to tell him exactly what it was , why it was on them and how it came to be. With her being the only one he knew to hold that same stain with him , she just had to.

She was the only one who could probably give him a proper form of answer to his questions.

And because of that he knew he would have to face the woman he had been distanced from for so long again. A task that simply from the thought had his nerves jumping and his stomach churning.

Because of what had happened between them.

Because he didn't know what sort of face he would see her make if he tried.

Because he didn't know what state she would be in if he did.

But that all had to be brushed aside now if he truly wanted to quell his ignorance. No matter if he was ready or not , with all that had been pestering his mind and soul since that dreadful encounter , he just had to know this truth that had been hidden from him without him even realising.

Hence that was why he had been able to muster the resolve to approach the dark haired woman again in her quarters.

With a stone faced lady that was directed to watch over her at nearly all times so she didn't act up more than manageable again , the bluenet sat on his knees near the wall of the entrance to her room , throat becoming thick and heavy with anxiety and through the pungent smell of alcohol that wafted from littered bottles and that which his mother was in the process of drinking herself.

He didn't know how much time had passed since he had been able to sit down in her presence again , her back turned to him as always , just listening to the sloshing of the dark bottle move around with each gulp she took every now and then as he felt the darkest haired stone faced lady continuously switching her focus between the tattooed woman in the middle of the room on her mattress and he who was folding into himself as time went on.

The questions which had been running all throughout his mind for days on end , for some reason struggled to even appear at the tip of his tongue now as his fingers simply clasped at the fabric of his trousers to quell his anxiety , opening and closing his mouth as he failed to find the words to begin his queries which would be the best to approach her with.

Every other time he had tried to speak with his mother after she had changed just ended up in something explosive. Even before that night. It was a given whenever they would meet , words would always be said with a sharp grit that hurt his heart to bear , her temper would shoot to the roof and her voice would pierce the very walls from the magnitude her shots and screams would reach.

And if she was extra pissed , he would find himself at the receiving end of something she would throw his way with intent to hurt or she would personally approach him to deliver some form of abuse at her own hands.

Those were the moments that would make him the most fearsome of her.

And if he had to be honest…

That fear never went away even with how used to he had gotten to her outbursts. The pain was all the same , and it felt as fresh as the first time he had felt her become so monstrous towards him. But even though he was aware that he was residing near a mad woman who had possessed his mother , what scared him most was how unpredictable her behaviour was.

That she could just be so quiet and ignorant of him , and then all of a sudden hell would break loose and it wouldn't be apparent why.

She was extremely volatile , the smallest thing could set her off and turn her to the worst , and whilst he believed it wasn't her fault for what she had become , he hated every time that vicious monster would resurface from his mother's body and make her do things to him which he had faith his actual mother would have never done.

That being said though…

She was a lot more quiet now.

Compared to the previous years when she would be screaming her head off and fighting literally near everyone that tried to approach her , now he noticed she kept more to herself. Barely making a sound until some of those awaited nightfalls , and it was all due to that powder thing he witnessed the ladies would mix into her drinks.

Though he still wasn't sure of what it was meant to be , it made her a great deal more manageable and it made his time being indoors a lot easier too now that she wouldn't erupt as frequently.

Though given the state she was in now that he was witnessing with his own eyes , he wasn't really sure of what to make of it. Whether it was bad or good. As she was incredibly hushed , but she was guzzling that awful liquid which they usually smelt of and he didn't like that.

And from how many empty bottles he had seen around her , she had been drinking a lot.

And if he had to be honest…she was kind of smelling like that revolting stench too now , and internally it disgusted him to think that someone he thought of as beautiful was associating herself with something this foul.

But if that clear liquid somehow subdued the violent monster inside her and made their meeting easier to go forth with , he would tolerate it the best he could and do his best to keep his senses and mind from being repulsed.

"M-Mother…"

Jellal started , swallowing thickly as the word barely left his lips and his fingers clenched tighter onto his trousers as he listened to the sloshing of her bottle going on. He wasn't sure if she was listening to him or what , but then again he never knew until it was too late. With how her back would ceaselessly be facing him , he never knew what expression or reactions were forming in front until it was too late to come back.

Hopefully though there would be no blunders like that today.

He took a small inhale , trying to steady his drumming nerves as his bronzed eyes looked up from his lap and at the midnight haired woman before he found the will to continue.

"I…I want to ask you something…"

The bluenet breathed out , his firming voice being carried by the silence that enveloped the two of them , still listening to the bottle being sipped out of every moment and leaving him in the dark about whether he was being listened to or not before he went on.

"This….thing on our faces…"

Jellal allowed the words to cautiously come from his lips , swallowing thickly in the process as he let the words linger so he could truly gauge some form of connection from her. Fiddling with the loose fabric of his trousers whilst he waited , eventually he found after a moment of pause , the cycle of sloshing the contents of the bottle she was sipping from came to a wary halt.

His eyes looked up at her figure , somewhat surprised that the bottle hadn't hit her lips again yet , confirming to him that she was indeed listening to him now and that gave him all the reason to finish off the question he was in the midst of posing.

"...What is it?"

As he asked her that question he found that a flare of irritation acted up again on the right side of his face.

Which was still actually in the process of healing after all he had tried to do to it.

His fingers ached to run across the little scabs he had created over his parts of his cheek and forehead , wanting to soothe the discomfort with his touch but he had been advised not to do that by the lady with the bandages as it would cause further problems with the skin repair.

As the room remained in an ill silence , Jellal bit the inside of his cheek , wondering whether his mother would answer his question or if he needed to continue a bit more to explain where he was coming from with this. Or maybe if she was taking a bit of time to form a response of her own and he just needed to be patient.

Deciding to act against the latter as it was probably the safest despite his burning curiosity , his eyes glanced up from his ever switching gaze back to the midnight haired woman before shifting over to the stone faced lady who was prepped up against the wall with her arms folding watching the two of them.

And as always Mika had that unreadable and stern expression he knew her to incessantly wear. Simply looking down at them as if her eyes were made from the hardness of stones themselves.

Barely having said anything in regards to their meeting , or even have made a sound. Watching over them like those guards he came to know and he could swear he could have almost been able to forget her presence if her focus on him wasn't so prominent.

That being said though…

His mind did ruminate over some thoughts containing the shortish haired noirette herself. Considering the fact that she was the one who stressed that he kept himself covered with that hood at all times when he would be outside.

Going as far as threatening him if he didn't even by mistake.

At first when he heard all of such things , he thought it was just due to her cruel and unexplainable nature , simply just trying to make life harder for him than it already was with her creative and callous methods.

But now given what had happened recently.

He felt there was more to that decision of her's than he initially thought.

And if he had to think back , after he came from the stream that day , soaked by the splashing current , downpour and the right side of his face looking kind of alarming , she was the one who took care of him. Well actually Irose was the one who spotted him and was horrified by his state , but after that initial shock passed over she sent him to Mika , who was the one who actually patched him up for his rashness.

He remembered the look of shock that crossed her face when she first saw him like that , her slanted dark eyes that went still and observed him questionably. He thought that because of his stupidity , she would cause something more to him , as he knew her to be rather the sadist and it wouldn't be a surprise to him if she was to cause him more harm in the state that he was as she did it anyway.

But to his surprise , causing him more agony didn't seem to be on her mind at that time. Instead she focused more on getting him out of his waterlogged clothing before he could catch another damned cold , which was unexpected.

However after doing so she did eventually ask him about what happened to his face and why he incurred scratches to his elbows and knees.

To which he rapidly answered he 'fell'.

It wasn't entirely a lie those words , but there was too much to that story that he didn't wish to relive again through explaining. However he thought he might have had no choice considering the look that her eyes gave him which seemed to tell that she wasn't convinced by his reasoning.

And of course he knew better than to try and lie to a stone faced lady , especially Mika out of all people who was the sharpest of them all. Because she could tell what was up with him even when those tattletale signs that generally would expose him were not apparent.

Internal regret had already started to churn in him when he saw that she saw right through his answer. Her lips had already started to move in response , and he was instantly imagining what bitter and harsh words would come from the noirette's lips now that he had been caught in the act.

Trying to prepare for what punishment was to befall him for having the audacity to lie to the stone faced lady , piling one stupidity of his onto another.

However…

That never came. Instead , Mika simply swallowed whatever words had been threatening to break out and tended to his self-inflicted scabs wordlessly. Her dark eyes having watched him with a questionable depth the entire time.

Just as they were doing now.

And he had no idea what was in the mind of such a person.

Though the ordeal had happened time back , he did find it rather strange with how she reacted. For sure he thought she would have caught onto his lie , it wasn't anything flawless nor was it made to be.

Simply an answer he spat out in the midst of panic and that all the evidence on him pointed to the contrary , testifying to the nature of his words and confirming him to be a liar in that moment.

Yet for some reason she did not question him. Or it. Or anything. Really all she told him was not to touch it as much and gave him what was needed to soothe the irritation if it should act up again.

Which was honestly shocking.

And it made him wonder…

Had he gotten more convincing at lying possibly? Though that seemed unlikely given how he barely did it so he had no chance to practice that sort of thing. And nor did he want to either with what risks could ensue if he was to fail.

But then the only other observation he could make was that she was just more quiet than usual. And though it wasn't a lie to say that Mika was already a generally quiet person compared to the stone faced lady who had the colours on her face or the stone faced ladies with the grey hairs , there was usually this vibe around her which didn't feel quiet.

Like it easily demanded attention and prominence where ever she went even without words being said.

But this time…

He didn't feel that with her.

Or really anything. She was actually quite muted in that respect. Almost like brown haired stone faced lady but not as nerve wracked or fumbling , like she was watching the world silently from a far. And he noticed she had become more like that with the coming of this new year , and he couldn't help but wonder why that was the case.

Though before he could focus on that entirely unrelated matter , his attention turned back to the midnight haired woman not too far in front of him. Eyes having glazed over in dejection as he saw that her movements had once again commenced , but only to keep taking more sips of that foul liquid again.

And ignoring him avidly in the process.

A lump formed in his throat through the sheer shamelessness of her actions to dismiss him like nothing , obviously giving more attention to a disgusting smelling and probably tasting drink than her own flesh and blood.

But he knew , he couldn't let that stop him.

"Is…"

He started again , swallowing anything that could have been holding him back as his burning curiosity and desire to shun his ignorance burned through whatever feelings rejection tried to keep him down with.

"I-Is it meant to be something…bad?"

Jellal asked , his nerves having started to act up again as he felt restlessness getting to him whilst he spoke those words. His fingers grasped on tightly to his loose clothing in an effort to quell the foreboding anxiety that wished to root in him in regards to both that he was asking about and the atmosphere he couldn't read as he went on with his query.

"I…I met these kids and…"

"T-They said I was cursed…"

He told his mother in confidence. Voice threatening to get heavier as his mind regrettably recalled the ordeal which had been playing back in his mind back to back , trying to decipher the meanings in the behaviours and actions that were done to him and made him suffer so unexpectedly.

Calling him cursed , calling him a devil , calling him all sorts and he wanted to tell her all about it , he wanted to cry to her and elaborate on the agony that was still seeping inside him , but the thing is his mouth just wouldn't move past then.

Not just out of pain but also because he had a feeling those other words may not have been as wise to ask about given how infamous some of them were to the both of them. And with how she was now , would she have even cared if he did? If anything she would erupt because of it , and that was not what he had come for.

There was no point in making this more difficult than it was.

But even so , his eyes felt like glazing over with another bout of threatening tears as he could remember just how sharp and passionate their voices were when calling him such. And not just that but how alike it was to how sharp and passionate those words had also been said in that horrid dream of his to the woman he hadn't seen but deep down he definitely knew.

Hence he was asking her this.

As she was the one who he knew would be able to answer this for him.

"W…What does that mean?"

He genuinely wished nothing more but to have his understanding finally contended with regarding this mystery. This word seemed to hold a great deal of significance to the both of them and seemingly this mark that they both bore. In Fact it seemed that the word 'cursed' seemed to denote a definite meaning between all these factors in relation to something , but he just didn't know what.

And he wanted to know so badly.

His gaze focused again on the long dark haired woman , who somehow had slowed down in drinking so frequently from the bottle. Though he could see the rim of the glass did still touch her lips , the liquid flowed a lot more languidly , and from the rigidness that he could see starting to form through her , he took that as a sign she was listening again.

"Are…"

"Are you…cursed as well?"

The question somehow left his lips miraculously with barely any thought yet somehow with plenty too. Driven with nothing but the will to satiate the questions which had been piling up in his brain with no end now , however, making him blind to reading the atmosphere which was starting to emerge as the grip the woman had on the bottle tightened with warning.

"No one else has this sort of thing except us…"

"Why is that?"

He asked with his words laced with growing resolve as his breaths threatened to choke him but he tried to breath out the tension in every exhale he took. The sound of his weighted heaves only hit his ears as the room was still stuck in a weird silence , the sound of the sloshing liquid also having slowly come to a halt as the liquid barely travelled from the bottom of the bottle to his mother's lips.

Her nimble fingers pressing firmer into the glass as each word he said started to alight memories which the alcohol wasn't allowed to cloud.

And it only got worse as his persistence prevailed.

"What…"

"What is it meant to mean?"

Jellal finally stopped beating around the bush and allowed the first and foremost question out of all the others to be sounded in the walls that confined them. His voice had been firm with conviction as his eyes looked at the long haired ravenette with intent to be heard and answered.

As they were the only ones who shared this sort of mark on this face. She was the only other person who was affected by the significance of this enigma. She was the only one who had been deemed 'cursed' alongside him and he could tell now it wasn't just something that was meant to be a mere insult.

There was something behind it.

And he had to know what it was.

His eyes fell to the movement of the liquid that was travelling across the bottle , having come to a momentary still as she stopped tipping it her way. Almost as if his words had struck something in her , but he couldn't tell what.

His fingers had tightened with every moment that he was left in waiting , hoping that the dark haired woman in front of him would finally let up with giving importance to a stupid drink than her own son , and his heart only kept clenching on it's self with how feeble that hope was seeming to appear.

His eyes trained on the sight of the liquid flowing again , connecting with her lips but this time with a shake present in her hold as the alcohol entered her with vicious movement.

Witnessing such a thing was tearing into him like he didn't expect and it honestly was breaking him that she was still acting this way when he wanted nothing more than to just be answered.

'Why are you doing this?'

He wasn't asking from her anything other than understanding. He wasn't asking for what he usually would desire from her , not love and affection , not attention , not kind words , not anything that she despised to give him now.

'Say something...'

He put all those wishes regarding her to the side to give prominence to his most burning desire.

'Speak to me...'

That he just wanted to know.

That he just wanted to finally understand.

He wanted to be heard.

'Don't ignore me…'

But it seemed , even that was too much to ask from her.

'Please…'

Though the pleads did not leave his lips , his unmoving focus on her demanded the attention she was denying to give him. His will was encapsulated by the thick silence that surrounded them as he swallowed thickly what pain and revulsion was stirring inside him , trained like a hawk on every movement the tattooed woman made , hoping that she would finally stop avoiding him and give him a damn answer that he was in right of knowing.

Because there was a history to this mark they held which he hadn't been told , there was a meaning this mark had which had been hidden for this long and she had to know why. She had to know why only them shared this stain on their faces , and for what it was meant to mean.

She was the only hope he had of being told what the true meaning of this mark was , the only one who he relied on to tell him the truth behind it regardless of what would come out. Because they shared it together , and there had to be a connection in that , there just had to!

His bronze eyes hardened with frustration at the silence that commenced , the unwillingness to answer and as the urge to ignore took precedence. His teeth gritted on each other as a stir of emotions flared up in him with the more she intentionally left him in the dark and he started to grow impatient with his curiosity.

"Please…"

Because if she wasn't the one who was going to tell him.

"Tell me…"

Who would?

The bandaged noirette had caught the sound of the young boy's questions , hearing how words of anxiety and innocent curiosity had morphed into speech which held stronger resolve and desperation. Adamant in trying to be answered for the questions that she knew were inevitable to come one day , but the woman he asked was just as adamant to avoid the questioning as he was to know.

She watched as the ravenette had been taking less frequent swigs of the bottle as her child's curiosity started to really drive his actions. Even with the estranged relationship they had and how explosive she knew the ex-priestess to be , it was honestly surprising that the child would go to the extent of asking something directly to the mad woman with such conviction.

Especially when she had heard what happened between them that night.

But that's what this sort of boy was from all that she had observed of him. Someone that was curious to the point that it would get him into trouble. Regardless of where his heart aligned , he had the drive to know and find out even if it meant he would lose something in return.

A fool's mentality she would have once noted it as , but given seeing such behaviour playing out in front of her with full spectatorship of the whole situation , she did not just see the outcome of such avid naivety as that.

Because now it wasn't coming off as just foolish to witness , but somehow painful too.

"Jell-"

The bluenet's name was about to leave her lips , thinking that it was best to let the both of them separate as it was very obvious to her where this whole situation was heading given that which had been given importance.

But she found that she completely ignored herself and was even overshadowed by the words that left the azure haired child's mouth with merely a second thought holding him back as the tension in the still room grew increasingly thick with the end of those words.

"Does…"

"Does he have it…?"

The question left him after unending rumination. Something that was always playing back in his mind but also something he didn't wish to give importance to due to who it entailed. But now with the lack of answers he was given and how he knew his mother to be attached to the fiend in question , he knew he had to quell his own aversion and ask that which was forbidden as that was the only way he thought he would get something.

And not just only that , but it all seemed to add from what clues he had regarding all he came to know of the matter. The hatred the devil had towards him , the hatred and disgust this mark seemed to cause.

It seemed to be somehow aligned.

Also the announcement of the 'cursed' beings which they had been deemed as , the fact that they were suffering due to his sins. It all seemed to have some form of relation that he could feel but he couldn't tell what exactly.

But with this question that he had posed now…

The answer that he hoped to get would serve to solve or debunk any suspicions or queries that he had been boiling on in him , and finally give him some answers about what he had been left in the dark about , even if the answers were something he hadn't wished to hear.

And he had more belief he was going to get an answer as his mother became more verbal whenever that man was brought into the conversation. Not just by him but also anyone else that spoke to her regarding him and for some reason she just couldn't remain feigning ignorance at that state.

And from what he saw.

It seemed to get a reaction out of her.

The bottle that had been lingering at her lips with no end finally disconnected from the lower half of her face , being consciously brought down and her grasp tightening around the neck as she did that.

His eyes took in this detail , unsure what to make of it but able to denote that this was something different to what she had been doing.

Though her back was still to him , and he couldn't tell what sort of expression existed on her in this given moment , with how still everything had become and the fact that she had stopped drinking from that liquid , he imagined that maybe this was what was needed to finally get an awaited answer out of her.

'Is she finally going to speak to me?'

His heart beat steadily , hearing the sound of own breaths in the room against his , leaving her with small shakes as her body had become unnaturally still from the sound of him being brought to mention.

Her fingers tensed aggressively against the bottle that she was holding close to her , a fire beginning to erupt in her blood as tears started to stream down her flushed and pitiful face as the words of the child was honestly becoming more than the alcohol could drown out.

"Get out…"

The words left her the midnight haired woman's lip in a low threat. Simply being breathed out as anger started to root inside her and the mere presence of the blue haired boy was becoming unbearable alongside hearing his voice.

However the words of his mother barely travelled to his innocent ears , only registering the hope that she was finally saying something to him and what was being said was lost in conveyance as his heart beat more brightly.

A sprig of hope was in the midst of forming as his hollow breaths settled as he listened eagerly to whatever the dark haired woman had to say to him. His blood rushed as he was finally going to get some form of engagement from her , and because of this the words started to slip from his lips before he knew it.

"M-Mo-"

Though as he was just about to let that name come out of him with a tone of returning endearment , his blood suddenly turned to ice with the screech that ripped from her throat with no warning and that seized his nerves immediately.

"G-GET O-OUT!"

He had barely a moment to think before he saw the dark haired woman turn his way partially and hurled the bottle that she had been drinking out of in his direction. Only by the sake of his instincts did he manage to evade the impact of the throw in time , hitting the floor and covering his face in time as he caused the bottle to completely skim over him before it shattered into fragments on the wall behind him.

SMASH

The glass pieces soon fell aside him , his ears ringed from hearing the fragments hit the cold stone floor around him as the remnants of alcohol started to permeate his own clothes. His heart continued to beat rapidly and his anxiety was fully back and incapacitating him as one thought above all that had been in his mind stood out from the rest.

He messed up.

He really messed up.

His fingers trembled in terror , barely able to take breaths and his eyes frozen in shock as tears had started to drip down his face and reawaken the stinging sensation on his impacted skin as all that ran from his lips were the words that tried to placate the situation the most.

"I'm sorry…"

"I'm sorry…"

"I'm so sorry…"

Breathing apologies as anxiety suffocated him , unknown to him if he was actually being heard by the woman he wanted or not , simply saying whatever he could to quell whatever anger he had erupted from her as he dreaded where this situation would go now that he had uncovered the monster's wrath again.

But before he could feel the brunt of his mistake , the sound of the other person in the room called out to him , above all the nerves that were in a mess and had him crippled on the spot.

"Leave."

Tone as stony as her face , he didn't need to be told twice in order to know it was best for him to take his departure. Even with the lack of answers that he had been given , due to his own stupidity he went and made her angry again , and possibly hated him even more because of it , and he just despised him because of such foolishness.

"I'm sorry…"

He sobbed as he felt the grip of the bandaged woman helping him up to his feet , his teary eyes downcast and unable to look at the woman's visage of fury that was still burning away at him , getting more vexed with each second she spent in his presence.

His tears rolled down his face and hit the floor , leaving small damp circles on the cold stone ground as he was escorted out by the noirette and left outside with the door closed behind him as she left him to his own matters again before returning to her own post.

Shaky breaths left the bluenet as he took heavy steps back to his own walls of confinement , his heart feeling extremely weighted with what had just occurred and how futile it actually all had been. His head hung low , waves of azure obscuring his pitiful expression as he couldn't help but feel so damn pathetic in his ways , and feel disgust towards himself for it too.

The one time he went back and saw her , when everything had finally calmed down , and he went and did that.

Why did he have to be so stupid?!

He should have known that speaking about that bastard wasn't going to end on good terms , why did he let his idiocy get the best of him? She was the one ultimately hurt by that devil and he brought him up again and hurt her even more.

Why did he do that?

Why didn't he take the hint that she didn't want to speak to him and leave it at that.

Why did he have to press on even though it was obvious she wanted nothing to do with him?

Why…

Why did he have to be like this?

And all for what?

Nothing came to avail from his efforts in the first place. No questions answered , no reconciliation made. No curiosity satiated , but rather only fuelled more hatred alongside it.

He didn't know anything more about this damn thing on his face than before he went in to see her , and now he didn't know when he was ever going to.

All that could be taken from that encounter was this thing they shared was definitely something that was meant to be bad , this now he could confirm on his own .

But bad in regards to what?

And why?

He didn't know.

And there was no knowing now if he ever would.