"There, there," I placed my right palm on the stallion's nose. It stopped kicking and screaming as a psychic wave went into his mind through my hand. The stallion's heartbeat slowed and the horse began breathing normally. It looked at me in the eye as a stranger such as I somehow 'cured' its 'illness' though I was the one who caused his suffering in the first place. I regretted the pain I caused but I did what I thought was best to achieve my goals. A psychic was always fond of nature because of its endless beauty and rarity in this cold, dark, and merciless universe. To cause a living being pain was atrocious to our small conscience and yet we would do so if necessary.

Using my enhanced sense, I found four horses that could be fixed and went for the nearest one. When I found him, he was running around in a broken circle tossing around branches with its mouth, kicking anything and everything that stood or moved, and neighed loudly. The psychic wave I sent after the poor stallions gave them nightmarish visions driving most of the horses mad. I could sense their brain activity from afar and differentiate the ones too far gone and the ones that could be saved. The difference between the brains of those maddened and those that could be saved was the frequency of their psychic energy. Maddened animals gave out a chaotic frequency that could not be discerned by any psychic, it screams, toils, and twists around the psychic plain, trying endlessly and fruitlessly to fix itself. The ones that could be saved had psychic frequencies that could be discerned somewhat, they appeared more like an entangled rope that only needed a few pulls here and there to fix.

I only needed three but I had four.

I waited for five minutes, letting the horse rest and regain its mental strength. Once I knew the horse was feeling better, it neighed and began licking me. He already liked me. I accepted the licks but then I noticed that I was actually very sweaty. The bastard was licking away the sweat!

Well, at least I was alerted to the fact that I was drenched in my own fluids. I had no body odor to speak of because of the genetic manipulation I did on myself a few years back because I was annoyed by how other people smelled. Yeah, I didn't want to have that smell on me for eternity because I was essentially immortal.

Before thinking of what I should do about the extra horse, I went out my way to gather the other three stallions into one place. I climbed onto Sandy's back and sallied off. I named him Sandy for two reasons, the first and most obvious was because he had fur that had a similar color to sand, the second was that I was terrible at naming animals so Sandy was the best I got.

Since I knew where the other three horses were, it only took us a couple of minutes of in-between tree dashing and branch breaking before we rounded all three up into one spot. Of course, I didn't just scare the horses into gathering into a specific spot but I needed to calm each one down before proceeding. I had no problems calming the stallions and all three began licking me like crazy the moment I let go of their foreheads.

And now the horses were in one spot. I made a small clearing in the dense forest by lifting a few trees clustered together from the roots and then planted them somewhere else. Unlike other living beings, plant life wasn't that much of a hassle to deal with when it came to surrounding any of it with my psychic force because the opposing force didn't affect them. I guess plants weren't considered to be 'too alive' but it still baffled me that these living things responsible for maintaining almost all land-life on a planet weren't protected.

It was convenient though.

The horses didn't seem to care that some odd ape lifted a bunch of trees from the roots and planted it somewhere else just by staring at them. All they seemed to care about was that I was sweaty, like, they were still licking me.

"Alright," I gathered the horses into a line with Sandy being the foremost left and the brown one on the foremost right. The two horses in the middle had fur that was white and golden respectively. I then gave each of the horses a name based on their colors. From left to right they were: Sandy, Goldy, Whitey, and Browny.

God, I was horrible at names, Oh my god the names were terrible!

Well, those names were now set in stone.

Judging by how these horses behaved around me, leaving out the licking, they were quite fond of me being their new master and seemed not keen on being sold off to some random bozo again. It was I decided that I'd keep these horses until they died, again, I was fond of nature.

I then got back up Sandy who had somehow declared itself as the head horse of the herd. Sandy then sallied off, the other three close behind us. It was time to head back.

When I and the horses arrived at where I left the sisters, I was expecting a silent greeting. I figured that Nina would be too ashamed, shy, or downright scared to even look at me. I was wrong. The two sisters must have heard the sounds of the horses' hooves and were standing in the way. As soon as I jumped down from Sandy's back, Nina ran to me and suddenly embraced me.

Her arms were tight around my upper back as tears flowed down her cheeks. Yuna also joined in and gave me a tight hug from the back. It was strange to me. This scene seemed familiar to me as if I was part of something bigger. Their embrace was as genuine as it could be. I felt a tingling feeling penetrate deep into my heart, a feeling I thought I would never again feel when my mother died.

I didn't want to say it, it was there but I kept my thoughts and mouth shut. However, I enjoyed every single second of their embrace. The horses gathered around us and neighed, they had accepted the sisters into the herd.

Nina ended her embrace and stared at me in the eye with her red, puffy, and teary eyes. I sensed her heavy heartbeat skyrocket as she mustered enough strength to say the words.

"I'm sorry,"