Sajen wanted to scream. Wanted to kill every last person in the hold, his bloodlust crying out for release. Wanted to tear this place down brick by brick until there was nothing left but those two small rings, made for tiny fingers that wouldn't even fit on his pinky now.

Sage sobbed as he always did. The part of him he had shoved back the furthest. The pitiful part of him who still believed in freedom. Who wanted the rings to be returned to him no matter what. So he could hold them and protect them just as he protected the rest of Kyan's possessions. So he could slink back into the darkness that was them. 

Then there was the one without a name. He was just nameless. Only numbers was what he was called by, if not the numbers it was constant degrading names. Ones that he ignored. That part screamed that he never wanted those rings again. This one was the part that screamed out that he wanted to leave, he wanted to go home. He wanted to know his real name that had been given to him by his parents that he had never met. He wanted to be with Kyan more than the other parts of him. Even Sage's wanton devotion to Kyan would match this one's simple need to be with him. He was for the moments when Sajen needed to hide, he was for looking at his companions with that dead look in his eyes.

They knew exactly when every part of each other had broken.

Nameless who had no importance but to serve and be hurt and hurt, over and over. He had broken the day he fell into that sage bush after Kyan and him had finally taken their chance to run. The children that had left the rest of them to face what should have been their punishment. Those people, those people who had endured with them, who had been kind. Slaughtered. He had walked away from that bush but Sage had sat there and was helped up by Kyan. When the name Sage had been a gift from Kyan the numbers disappeared. Sage was the one thing he sought to protect. 

Yet Sage had broken too. He had fallen apart when the soft yet harsh sunset that had covered the desert in beautiful hues. The person whom he had called home, no longer next to him. Curled up in Kyan's extra pair of clothes. The pair that hadn't been washed in a long while, none of their things had been yet still smelled like him and kept the sun off his painfully sunburned face. His cracked lips that wouldn't even bleed anymore. The tears that once fell but had vanished due to the extreme dehydration. 

The human no older than fifty who reached his hand out to him and promised to protect him. Sage had fallen apart when that hand reached out to him when the soft, harmless, pitiful words fell from the man's lips. When the reality that Kyan wasn't coming back, that he had perished and Sage had let him.

Sajen wasn't quite gone. He kept pasting pieces of everyone together, he was what kept them all together. He was who the others hid behind. He was the facade Sage created. Sajen protected Sage and nameless, he protected the most vulnerable parts of them behind an exterior with no care for others. Who was so apathetic he could barely care about the people who he explored and learned with. He didn't yearn to hurt any of them despite his heavy threats. 

He deserved how his companions looked at him with disdain. He wanted that. He never wanted to be looked at with kindness and love again. That would hurt them all the most. If they lost one more person even Sajen wouldn't be able to pick up all the pieces. Sajen would continue smiling at their disdain as if he didn't care despite how deeply he did. None of them would ever see that. Not even the most powerful god would dig that deep into him. Sajen didn't want to let go of the others, he couldn't. Without them he succumbed to the violence that filled him. 

When he had lost them all those years ago he had almost shattered. He ripped apart those people, who had taken the man who offered so much kindness. He reflected his pain upon those people despite whether they were truly involved or not. Eventually after years of roaming he found where he'd left Sage and then later where he had left nameless. He wouldn't let anyone hurt them, hurt him ever again.