We seek opportunity

Echo echo echo. It pounded through his head, on repeat, repeat, repeat. Different types of squawks and singing, pain pain. It wouldn't stop, and it tore at his insides. Tugging, ripping, screaming. Cathaoir couldn't stand it, he couldn't keep his emotions under wraps and his inner demons were taking over. It was all his mother warned him about, her words trying to cut through the sound. He tried to push it away to focus on the voice of his mother, but it was too hard. They were screaming in his ear, singing in his skull. His claws dug into the earth, his own howling joining in the macabre opera. Nothing could reach him here, he was too far away, held up high on his pedestal of torture. Alone, alone, all alone. Nothing could save him, could touch him. Nothing. Just the cries, the songs, the screams. Alone.

A soft touch brought his head snapping up, lips curling back as his hazy eyes tried to focus on the being in front of him. He knew this voice, knew this voice. But he couldn't, place. Lost. Haze, cloudy. His jaws snapped together as he backed up, his generally strong eyes wild. He was out of his mind, wrapped up in his more basic emotions. Fear, pain. He shook and convulsed in front of his friend, his mind trying hard to register his friend. But he failed, his head shaking back and forth as he faltered back a few more steps. The voice asked to help, speaking a name that was lost to even himself at the moment. "Pain. Noise. Voices. Run!" He screamed, faltering backwards once more. And then he dove forward, his massive form aiming to collide with Starling's chest. He was broken, out of sorts, out of mind. It was all too much, all too hard for his strong body.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"