Chapter 8.

The Escape to Freedom.

About a month had passed, and the man was barely surviving on IVs. In his room, the windows were ajar for a constant flow of air, but the lights were off, and his mind kept racing. He looked at the mirrors around the bed and kept asking them as if he were talking to someone else: ¿Can you come back? Just give me back my spirit.

…I JUST WANT TO BE ME AGAIN…

But it was only his pathetic reflex, searching for something dead or in a state of deep hibernation. Absolutely all the boys were worried. They knew he was alive because of his screams, but when they asked if they could come in, he just yelled at them…

¡¡¡GET OUT OF HERE!!!

Even when he found out that Richthofen had managed to impregnate his sister, he didn't say anything; his only response was an enormous laughter.

Zyrian was tired of hearing him like this and tried to enter at night through the windows, but all he got was his father's sick red eyes staring at him and making a very strange expression, so the boy tried to calm him down, but the moment he set foot inside the room, the man, with what little strength he had, began to break the mirrors while pointing at him, asking him to leave him alone, because from the beginning he was already alone, but the young man didn't want to listen to him...

And when he entered, he saw him stand up and run towards him and push him out the window while spitting after the fall; This didn't cause Zyrian anything.

 In fact, falling to Earth felt like hitting the pillows for him, because he had never lost the ability to manipulate the Earth. But this attitude from the man who had raised him, who had done it, suggested that he wasn't mentally well; he was broken, he was empty...

Ibis helped Zyrian stand up and asked him how he had seen him, and the answer worried the four brothers: his eyes are sick, they are red, his skin is completely pale like a corpse's, he has lost muscle mass, and he is surrounded by mirrors, but he just broke them. He's going to cut himself at any moment. Besides, he doesn't seem to recognize who we are...

The isolation he has subjected himself to is making him forget who he really is; Panalix let out a silent tear and said, I'll try to do it myself. Maybe, he rejected you because you're a man and sees you as an opponent. If we go, women, things will surely change…

Lymnades agreed and said, I'll go with you. You'll need help picking up the broken glass. Ibis and Zyrian told them that one would stay behind the door and the other in front of the window just as a precaution in case something might go wrong. Not with them, of course, because Panalix could control the air, and Lymnades could control fresh water. But he no longer had any control over bone regrouping. It had been taken away from him 10 years ago, and it was as if he'd been killed while he was alive…

Only this last month, things had gotten worse in some ways. Not like before, when he was just grumpy and lonely. Now it was total isolation, as if locking himself away was the escape to freedom.