Talon was slumped forward at a chair, a bottle containing some kind of alchohol standing opened on the table, and a galss epmy sitting there next to his hand. Tears welling up into his eyes quietly as he slowly lowerd his head pounding his forehead against the table a few times in dismay and then placing his hands on the back of his head. "Why...?" he had gone to see how Ayame had been doing, and all that for his soul to be torn to shreads it seemed. He couldn't even remember the end of what happened, all he knew was that he suddenlly was in his rooms and had been drinking...depression must have done strange things to him, or worse anger. How could this have happened? How could life give him the only person he loved, and then snatch her away. He felt cold now, even with his jacket on. Rasing his head he grasped the bottle and took a rather large gulp from it, placing it back on the table and coughing slightly, did everything just have to fall apart now that they had come together? Oh destiny to hell with you, you've caused me nothing but trouble lately. The son of Krelian was a mere shade of what he though was once better, not knowing the truth...was that ever acceptable?