I was so confused at first. When she showed me that lab that I loathed so much, I was furious. She betrayed me. She betrayed herself. She came to me to learn about magic, not science. I didn't have time to think about it then though, I was to focused on getting Tee back.

Then she left.

She left and it took me a while to realize that she wasn't going to be coming back. Each morning I would wake up in the same empty bed, and go downstairs. I would grab myself some breakfeast, then sit on the stairs in front of the castle, and watch the sun come up, hoping that she would come along with it. I died a little inside each day I waited and she didn't come. I was torn apart so much I didn't think I would ever be able to feel anything ever again. I tried to focus on moving on, getting weapons, preparing for battle, but I could never focus on what I was doing. It was like she was talking to me, whispering in my ear. It was torture.

Everytime I pass the hatch the led down to that room, I would stop and stare at it for a moment. I didn't need her. She was a destraction. But then why did it hurt so much to have her gone? I thought about her constantly, every second of every day, and it hurt so much. I was so confused by my friendship with her and my hate for science. I didn't know which one was more important to me.

When I had gathered up enough weapons, I decided it was time to pay Lalna a visit. I still can't believe I fell for his stupid trap. I was furious. I have never wanted to kill someone so badly in my entire life. My own blood lust was so intense I startled myself. He laughed and taunted me. Then he told me about her. How she had gone to him. Maybe he was just trying to make me angry. It worked. Then he told me about the nuke. I panicked a bit. That castle was the only thing I had left of her. If he destoryed that then I would have nothing left of her. I couldn't let him do that.

After I figured out how to get out of his trap, I quickly escaped to Blackrock. I found the nuke and looked at it for a while. I couldn't see a way to deactivate it, atleast not with my vague knowledge of science. I needed her. And not just to get rid of the nuke.

I was in love with her. I don't know how it took me this long to realize it. My love for her was stonger for my hate for science. I swore that if I ever saw her again, I would forget about all of the science. I would tell her that I was sorry, and that I hoped she would never leave me ever again. I would tell her how much I missed her.

But again when I waited for her on the front steps the next morning, she didn't show up. Once again, I died a little inside. I was broken to a point where I don't think I could ever be fixed. I became frustrated. I went on a rampage, and destoryed everything I could see. I knocked over chairs, smashed in walls, broke windows. When I had realeased all of my pent up rage, I slumped down into a corner. I put my face in my hands and did something I'd never done before, and never though I'd ever do. I cried.

I cried and I cried, letting the tears burn into my face, letting purple blood to trickle from my cheeks. And as I cried a single name escaped my lips.

"Zoey….."