"Virgil?" Sorrell's voice was softer than before, calmer and less harsh than it had been in a long time. "You know we're only trying to protect you. You know that, right?" The Anxious trait let his eyes trail up and over to the other male, pleading. "Just like old times. The gang back together... like he wanted..." The Dark side trailed off and began staring down at the cowering disorder in front of him.

Brown eyes met glowing orange ones, and Virgil found himself trying to shuffle away only to be pulled back by the chains. Whimpers escaped from his trembling lips as he stared at Sorrell with a pleading gaze. "I-I just want to go h-home..." Virgil's voice wavered only slightly above a whisper, eyes forced away by the sombre expression on the others face.

"You're in our world now, Virgil. You're already home." Sorrell crouched down, taking Virgil's chin in his palm. "You wouldn't want to be saying something like that when Deceit is around... you know how he can be, don't you." He smirked, trailing his finger along the small blood streaks. "Besides, we're your friends after all, we made you who you are."

"I am n-not a bad guy!" Virgil spat out, jaw clenching with a mixture of fear and aggression. The bags that adorn his under eyes becoming darker, more ashy as they spread farther down his cheeks.

Sorrell stood and took in the 'threatening' appearance of Virgil, and smirked. "Keep telling yourself that... I'm sure Thomas would beg to differ, I mean, once he finds out who you truly are he and the others won't want anything to do with you." Before the younger trait could retort, the other sank back into the darkness at the corner of the room, letting out a cruel chuckle as he left.

Virgil allowed his bangs to obstruct his vision of the darkness that filled his room. The pit of dread in his stomach had grown twice the size it had been earlier. He just wanted things to go back to the way they were. He wished he could see Patton one last time. He so desperately wanted give Patton the biggest hug in the world. But he couldn't. Virgil glanced down at the chains which he was bound in, sniffling.

And he probably never would again.

Hallowed halls of darkness filled Patton's heart with a sense of loneliness. It had been like this since he found out how Virgil really felt about him. He was empty, dark and lonely. Almost as if each and everyone had left him on his own to grieve his loss. His loss that wasn't dead, but in fact still living and possibly loving another. Why else would Virgil lie about his feelings? Why else would the person he loved change they way he felt about him?

Patton couldn't bare to sleep in the same bed they had once shared together, never again. His heart and mind couldn't take it any longer. The thought of not being good enough to spend the rest of his life with someone he had loved to the moon and back again.

It had all been for nothing.

Love.

Life, and even thought that he could be enough.

That he was enough.

He had fallen too hard in love and couldn't get back up again.

Patton was stupid to think that Virgil loved him too. Loved him the same as he did.

But Patton was wrong, he was always wrong.

The Moral trait's thoughts were interrupted by a whoosh drifting in his direction, creating a cold breeze on his face. "Hello, Patton" Patton glanced up, swallowing hard as he recognised the voice that spoke and stepped in front of him.

"Depression... it's been a while." A strained smile quirked a Patton's lips, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the others in front of him.

"Gives us more time to catch up on, and please, you know I don't like it when people call me that, it makes me sound so... Depressing..." He said with a smirk, coming down to sit beside Patton on the bed. "I much prefer my real name, that is, if you still remember it."

"Of course, how could I forget?" Patton offered a thin smile, and began fiddling with his fingers to try and distract himself from the tears starting to form. "How have you been, Sorrell?"

Sorrell's lips quirked up into a soft smile as he gently placed an arm around the trait's shoulder. "I should be the one asking you that question."

"I r-really don't think -"

"Nonsense. I am simply here to listen, perhaps comfort and then I'll be on my way..." Sorrell turned Patton's face toward his own and looked him deeply in the eyes. "How have you been, old friend?"