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Inadi looked at up at Lesley as the pink haired man began going after him for being so pessimistic and concerned over something he read in a piece of paper. While every word had good reasoning behind them, Inadi could barely register them in his mind as he continued to wonder about things that were impossible for him to know. All the unknowns, all the chances, even the contradictions to things he believed in now seemed to swim in his mind faster than anything he could think of. He tried to erase them but they seemed to float and pile up in his mind. It took him a bit to recognize that Lesley had even picked him up off the ground he slid to due to his near panic attack he had. 

Suddenly hearing the realization to the meaning of the two conjoined M's, it was just the distraction Inadi needed to take his mind off of his worry for the moment. He waved off the jitters he had previously and decided to look through some of the drawings again to try and find something else that would connect the drawings to the Midnight Man himself. Searching through many different sketches he began growing more than a little frustrated at what he found on each.

None of the drawings showed any distinctive markings. Nothing that would point out which one of them would be the Midnight Man himself. Everything seemed to be stick figures drawn in such a dark ink that even the shadows would be in awe at how dark these things were. Inadi began showing some frustration on his face, and the dimly lit beetles showed some of it in the dark room. As the light began to dissipate, Inadi quickly slammed his fist on the jar, causing the beetles to shine brighter than they were previously when Lesley first found the creatures. Realizing he may have let his aggravation get the better of him, Inadi let the drawings slip out of his hands and onto the desk.

Looking up at his searching partner, he let out a sigh. “Lesley I'm sorry I'm not being the most hospitable person I could be right now. I admit that I'm letting all this stuff get to my head and it probably isn't the prettiest sight. But one thing you have to understand about me is that, as you put it, I am a worrywart,” Inadi explained as he sat down in the chair he was at previously when he looked through the book and he sighed lightly to himself. “I've been that way growing up and it'll probably stay that way for a while.” Inadi explained as he looked at the jar that the beetles were swarming in now it seemed.

The jar actually looked like it had cracked somewhat from the punch he had thrown down. Deciding to look at his left hand, the fist he had thrown down on the lid, he noticed that it seemed a bit bigger than it was prior. Slowly removing the glove from it he felt a sudden twinge of pain as it shot up his wrist. The hand was visible now and it was not a normal color. It was starting to purple in some spots, but the majority of it was red from the flare up of skin that had thundered down on the jar. Letting out a hiss as he stretched it out to decide what was wrong with it, Inadi was happy to see that it clearly wasn't broken. More than likely just a minor bruise that would wear off over time.

He looked back up at Lesley as he slowly tried to slide the glove back onto his hand. “For me, life has to follow a certain pattern. I'm getting better at it, but I like to be comfortable in what I do and when I do it. When random things that I'm not prepared happen, I panic and begin running like a scared child. I don't know why I'm like that but it's the way things have been for me since I can remember,” He told Lesley as he stood up and began stretching his hand out again, trying to get the blood flowing through it so the numbness wouldn't affect it. “So when I hear that someone I thought I could trust turns out to not be that trustworthy in the end, I naturally.....or unnaturally maybe in this case....panic quite a bit more than the normal person. And it's worse when I end up doing favors for someone that I don't know if I ever could trust, in this case; The Queen.” He said as he began walking towards Lesley as his look of pain subsided and a very focused look appeared on his face. His speech was beginning to lower to almost a whisper now, as to avoid others from hearing him in case his words could be viewed as somewhat negative towards certain people, like Jasper of Avian in the room next door.

“I figure the only people I can trust are people in the same situation as me. You want to get home just as badly as I do Lesley. At least I would think that you do,” Inadi whispered as he pointed his finger towards Lesley's chest. “Same thing with Harper and Jasper and the rest. We have the same motive, therefore the same beliefs for the most part. That's why I'm doing all this dangerous and insane crap,” He said as he walked towards where he dropped his spear off and took it from its leaning position. “It will get me back to where I feel comfortable.” The framed man said as he turned back towards Lesley. Looking down at the floor he saw a piece of paper with the conjoined M's on it again. He quickly slammed his spear head into the paper and brought it back up to him. More than likely this Midnight Man was their ticket to beating the witches. They needed him, and Inadi was sure that there had to be something to bring him here. The only problem was, he had no idea what it was. He began wondering if any other groups had made better head way than he and Lesley had in the study.