The walk back was uneventful. Spyro and Cynder caught several glares from the citizens as they walked but thankfully not much else. When they did reach her home Spyro noticed that the outside was no better than the inside. The outside walls were covered in cracks and all of the windows were smashed in some places. Once back inside Cynder quickly started changing his bandages. When Cynder was just about finished applying new bandages to Spyro's wounds when Spyro asked "Cynder, why were you at the park?"
"Saving your purple butt, that's what I was doing."
"No, I mean why did you go to that place? Out of all the places in Warfang you could have gone to why did you go to the park? Were you following me?"
Cynder had a sad look on her face and said "no I wasn't following you; in fact, I came upon you nearly drowning yourself by accident. The reason I was at the park was because I was visiting my mom's grave."
"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to her?"
"She died from some illness about seven years ago. No doctor would treat her because of what my dad did. So she took me to the park, and laid down with me under a large tree. She told me that she loved me very much and that she will always be watching over me. I was so scared when she said that, I had no idea what she was talking about until shortly after when she died." Cynder had tears starting to form in her eyes. "I made such a racket back then and that drew everyone's attention. When news of my mother's death spread around they decide to bury her, but because of what dad did they decided that she shouldn't be buried with everyone else in the cemetery, but instead were they found her. Since that day I go there to visit her every day."
Spyro saw the pain and sorrow from the look in her eyes. He wanted nothing more than to make her feel better so he tried to change the subject to a more cheerful one. "What was your mother like?"
"She was very kind towards me and would help me out through everything, but she also had a very cold heart towards others. I don't blame her though. Every day we would have rocks being thrown at our house from passing civilians, and some would also leave threatening letter at our door step. My mother tried to keep them away from me but I was able to get ahold of some of them. When we were outside our home we were called all sorts of names, and a few brave souls would attack us, but my mom was such a badass and would always fight them off. I still have some of the scars from when they would attack me."
'Crap' Spyro thought, knowing that by talking about her mother he wasn't making her feel any better.
"Didn't you have any friends?"
"Are you kidding me? Who in their right minds would want to be friends with the so called spawn of Malefor, the black scaled demon, and my personal favorite, that thing." Cynder started to break down into tears again. Seeing this Spyro pulled her into a hug.
"I know I would."
"Well if I knew you back then, I doubt my mother would like you. Like I said she was cold hearted, she would have made sure you never came near me again." She said as they pulled out of their hug, but still stood close to one another.
"Your mother sounds like a lovely person, now doesn't she?"
"Yeah she was, but she meant well."
"One more question, what was it like to have someone who loves for you?" Cynder was taken back by this question, having to take a moment to really think about it.
"Well you have this warm feeling inside you, and…" Cynder said, her voice slowing half way through as she noticed that Spyro was staring at her. Despite her impulse to ask him why he was doing that, she couldn't help but stare back. "you also get this feeling that you're wanted."
They continued to look in to each other's eyes, before they both noticed how close they were and started to blush and moved away from each other.
"So I finished patching you up" Cynder said while trying to hide her blush
"Um, yeah thanks" said Spyro who was looking the other way.
"Now don't go try killing yourself again, or next time I might not be able to save you, got it?" said Cynder as she started to leave the room.
As Spyro watch as Cynder left the room he thought about what she said what it's like to be loved "so that is what love is like. Then Cynder was correct, my parents never did love me. Now that I think about it, I got this warm feeling inside when Cynder and I stared into each other. Do I love her, or am I just fooling myself into thinking so… yea that has to be It right? We only did just meet. How can I love her? The only thing we have in common is that both of our lives have been rough growing up. If that's true, then what did I feel earlier? Happiness, Excitement, or have I fallen in love with her?"