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"Mobius!! You said that once you were a fearless warrior. You found the purpose of life in the heat of battle, the glory from beating someone strong! You had a purpose...you had pride!! This war isn't over yet...we're not over yet!! Look at you....are you just going to give up?! If you're leaving life like this....without going trough all the adventures, all the wonders of life that lay ahead of you...just because you feel insecure and desperate...YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A LOSER!!! IF YOU WISH TO LEAVE LIKE THAT, WISH ME TO REMEMBER THE COWARDLY MOBIUS THAT GAVE UP BEFORE THE END, YOU SHOULD JUST GO!!! DIE AS THE COWARD THAT YOU ARE!!!"
Night was shouting at Mobius with her eyes teary. Her skin was more pale than usual and she had sunk her claws into her own fists that now bled horribly. She also shivered, as if she had been in pain.

Mobius was now laughing manically and crying miserably at the same time. "You know... but you don't know... I can... but I can't..." His hands fumbled for his stolen spear, though Sasuke wouldn't let him have it. He looked like some kind of disturbed child, groping for something taken away from him...

"I cannot stand... my crutch has escape my clutch... I have become a coward, yes... I fear... I-I fear what little is left... I long for what has been lost... I know this longing, this weakness... has made me nothing but a tired memory. I... cannot live, knowing I once was great... Knowing... that I once was better than this..I cannot live... knowing I was... and that I may never be again. The power... true power... has always... and never... been in my grasp... And now... it has escaped me entirely..." He laid down, face down, no longer laughing or crying, tone flat as a board.

"Do as you will. I probably deserve it anyway..."

"B-B-But what good am I to all of you? I've lost my (Saiyan? lol) heritage, and I always cause you trouble of some sort. I have gotten worse, sunk into the depths of mediocrity, as all of you continue to climb the ladder and become the ultimate which you have the potential to be. I'm... stuck in a rut. A rut so deep, it threatenss to be my tomb... It seems to watch me, mocking me, beckoning me to defeat... And the sad thing... is that it's right. Everything it has said rings true in my heart, and I grow ever tempted to give up. To defy it's logic, it's knowledge of my most intimate fears and desires, would probably kill me faster. I don't know what to do..." His voice turned into degenerate sobbing, tears running down and mixing with the blood of his throat to produce an oozy, black substance which trickled between the two of them. He clung to his cousin tightly, as if she was the only anchor to all that was sane and right with the world.

Lore sighed in some relief as Night got Mobius to calm down. With the most caution of motions, she went and kneeled next to Night to gently whisper to her, "Are your hands alright? I can held bandage them up, once Mr. Mobius is a bit more stable." She tilted her head to the side.

He was now crying a great many tears on her shoulder, actually soaking her shirt on that particular sleeve.

"I don't know how to relieve this pressure... this pressure inside my head. I've snapped, I'll admit it. But I'm not entirely sure I can unsnap. I'm a failure, a disappointment to the lot of you." He sighed, accepting the fact that they would not let him kill himself while they were awake, and walked over to his naginata. He picked up the great spear, and started to make small, parallel incisions on his arm. His face shown no emotion, and the ebon ichor flowed freely.

(Sorry about him turning emo... I've just never tryed RPing like that before...)