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All of Gunther's muscles in his body tensed when he heard Tii'gra's name. "If you want to know... who Tii'gra is... see for yourself..." He opened his memory banks, giving Doran a mindlink to every single memory he had of Tii'gra. "Look at what you want." He noted feebly, still not moving his body unless necessary as tears continued to roll down his cheeks. He readied himself for whatever sarcastic comment Doran was going to shoot back at him.

Gunther broke the mindlinks, to keep his energy use at a minimum. "You hate me just as much as he does, don't you?... So much that you could kill yourself with all the grief I've caused you? He sounded just like you - he even called me an a*****e like you did." He looked away from the redhead. "That's why I'm asking you - if you feel caged again, leave. Don't hang it over my head. Just go. I'll pretend you didn't even exist, if you want. Just please... don't torture me anymore."

She shrugged, "Funny, so am I." Vanity said as she stared back up at Sythe. He looked...unsure? Vanity couldn't help but wonder has he had any companion other then that of the one person he spoke of with such sadness in his eyes. And why had he become a master? It's not like she could just go up to him and ask all these personal questions, they had only just met for barely a day, ait would be like a an invasion of personal space. Plus, Vanity was not like that and she knew that when he is ready he would tell her...if he was even to consider telling her at all. But it was only fair, she was living with him now. For how long she didn't know. Which rose another question Vanity needed answered, why had Sythe even freed to her to begin with and for what purpose other then companionship, was he really that lonely?

So many questions filled her head at such a short amount of time it was overwhelming and so Vanity turned back to the matter at hand, "I don't know, what do you usually do around here?"

A small wave of relief swept over Gunther as Doran noted that he didn't hate him. "It was an accumulation of several things, not just living here, that made him kill himself... but part of the reason was because he couldn't stand me, even though I told him I loved him." He suddenly glared when Doran observed that Tii'gra was weak. "He was NOT weak! He was just so willing to be free, that he'd kill himself to get it... I boxed him in too much... I caged him again... and he would have rather died than live like a slave to someone's will again." Gunther was startled slightly when Doran went straight up to him. "... heh. Then we're settled, Mr. None-of-your-business?" He chuckled a little, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"And I honestly hope you do..." Gunter muttered as Doran left the room. He stared at his bedsheets, not really knowing what to think - and not wanting to think, for that matter. Suddenly Charles leapt into his lap, and it made him smile slightly through the tears that continued to well up. "You're always there when I need you, you silly cat..." He scratched behind the cat's ears, and the cat licked his hand and left to find Doran to screw with him some more. (XD)