While he was thinking, a voice forced its way into his mind. If you would live again, you could look for the answers again. Chrono didn't know why he reacted that way, but his rage spiked and his strength met it, and then surpassed it. leave, and never speak again, I've never felt closer to the truth when I was alive. But- Silence and begone, one death is enough for this dragon!! the voice in his mind screamed from being forcibly removed and he looked around, his senses telling him that 'Mother was still here, and also watching him, but was it pity or sympathy that she felt, there was so little of it.
He started to calm down, and then started to feel... happy, perhaps even safe."I must look like a mess to you, maybe a saint turned sinner... my real mother would probably have -urk!-" Chrono fell of the seat and then a 'barrier' in the shape of a clock wrapped around him, apparently causing much pain. H-help...I..stil... AUGH! stop with the pain, the sadness, is this punishment?! Chrono coughed up blood as the barrier's energy started to put a rediculous strain on his body and mind, reverting back to his first thoughts on birth. Mother, stop it, I don't want to go away...
Mask felt a few whispers in his ear from Kostil, who then walked away since the sight of his master scarred was too much to not look at. "Well, Dad probably has already ended Feren and three divinities, though scarred by our respective punishments, should be able to at least stall Renkako and Jensuno while Dad and Chrono return to turn the tide." Mask wanted Sicklo to leave her depression, not only would nothing get done due to Kostil and Mask being too young to make their repsective portals, but it was also making him angry, a trait that all three dragon brothers seemed to have inherited from him. "Sicklo, you were never lonely, and don't lie, I felt the same when my brother wasn't even born yet. I'm past my anger towards 'Mother', I.. just..." for the first time in probably all of his life, Kostil had a visible blush, but instead of red, it was white so it could show on his scales. "I...really...like you" Kostil knew that this would be an awkward moment for him the most considering Sicklo is possibly twice or three times as old as himself.