Vitus was...well, he didn’t quite know what he was. It was a confusing mess, that was for sure. He hated that he couldn’t put a name or a word to any of the things that he was feeling. All he felt was red hot frustration, and more and more fuel was added to the fire the less he could understand. Perhaps it was his fault. He didn’t much care about emotion, and that seemed to be his downfall. Or perhaps he just couldn't understand it. It wasn’t for him, just like talking wasn’t. But that seemed to be a more physical thing lately the more he tried too. The way it hurt, the scraping each word seemed to cause...it didn’t seem to be an aversion anymore. That frustrated him too! He had just decided he would try and talk more to avoid misunderstandings, and he learns that it hurts him too? With a deep growl he plopped himself on the bank of a deep hotspring, his eyes squinting through the steam to stare at the bubbling and shifting surface. Life certainly didn’t want to be easy to the Armada’s….or maybe he was just being emotional. Oh, he didn’t know! He growled, the sound coming out gravely, the feeling like sandpaper in his throat. His nose wrinkled and his ears pulled back as frustration twisted his normally stoic expression into one of anger. With a snort he slapped a paw against the water, hoping the heat and the motion would help expel some of his pent up aggression, but it did little for him. "Burn Baby Burn"

It was a strange process but slowly but surely Archelaus was adjusting to life here. He'd learnt to cope with his father's disappearance, though perhaps that moment in fact had been the initial point the boy had begun to bottle up his own emotions. Seeing his mother upset had been horrible for him. None would ever see him so vulnerable and suffer for it. A rather noble concept really for one so young, though it had meant very quickly he'd become the coldest of the four boys. In such a pent up and confused state of mind it probably wasn't really the silver brother that Vitus needed right now though it seemed that was who he was going to end up with. Archie's own walk had been fuelled by boredom. He was perfectly content to simply lounge around sometimes but in this new land even he had an urge to wander around to help get accustomed to the place. Thanks to a wake up call from Bacchus in the middle of the night (something he still wasn't overly happy about) he had learnt the Springs were better at night, especially the cooler pools. His path had taken him around the Springs now though and he would continue until he found somewhere nice to rest for a while. At least that was the plan until he heard a growl. He was allowed to be here so what was the growling about? Red eyes scanned the lands until he spotted the culprit. His own brother, though his agitation was aimed at one of the pools rather than Archie himself. Changing his course of direction, the boy would navigate around the various pools until at last he found himself standing on the opposite side of the one Vitus had selected to attack. Something seemed to be bothering him. Was it too late to just clear off and leave him to it? Yes, and he did care really just wasn't exactly the best at helping anyone feel better nor was he comfortable attempting. "Fishing? You might want to try a different tactic, and a different water source too. I don't think there are any in here." He would peer into the water at that moment, as much for the benefit for his words as it was to avoid his brother's gaze.

Vitus would blink just slightly when Archie came up to his little pool, and he instantly felt his anger dissipitate. It didn't take much to distract him, really, and seeing a brother he hadn't spent a great deal of time with certainly seemed to be one of them. With a small chuckle he shook his head just slightly at his brother's words. Of course he wasn't fishing, that was rather obvious. Though, he was...pretty sure his brother was joking. If not, he'd really have to work on what he thought sarcasm was. "N' fish" He said with a gentle smile, tilting his head just slightly before he fell solmn again, looking back into the pool of water. He wondered what Archie wanted to do with his life, whether he had seen their father, what he thought of all of this. But all those were too many words than he could handle right now. Vitus had been speaking a lot, and there was only so much pain in his throat that he could handle. He'd have to talk to Amalia, see if there was something he could eat to numb it every day, he doubted if it could be healed...whatever it was. So he'd look to his brother. "'re y'u well?" He asked in his raspy voice. "'n' ver'thin'?" He hoped maybe his question would get by, his throat scratching like sandpaper with each and every one of them.