Path's dreams had started to slip. At first they were mere forgotten memories, albeit painful ones. Now though he was starting to fall in to something deeper. Memories had become distorted, twisted until they flew by him, dashing' in and out of the darkness. Golden eyes turned against him, secret talks from tall figures standing before him speaking in a language he should know but couldn't comprehend. War... Chosen... left behind... remember.. but he didn't want to. He just wanted.. his mother or Edge who wouldn't confuse his mind with such mysterious talks. They would just hold him and he would have nothing to worry about. No tricks, no pain, nothing but... the desire to... to...be safe. Keep them safe.. take back...Safe. SAFE.

 He did not awake with a jolt nor did any cry pass his lips. He merely opened his eyes and sat up, staying there for a few moments. His eyes glowing dimly in the dark. Slowly, he stood up. Movements stiff ad mechanical, he padded down the halls. Hair still all messed up after getting up from bed. He passed by Edge's open door, continuing in his slow pace, not once ever glancing or looking anywhere other than straight ahead. He made his way over to the chute leading up to the surface. He glanced up, the top was so far up it was dark and he couldn't see. Walking over to the wall, he ran his hand over the cold metal surface before digging his claws into it, hauling himself up.

Sleipnir nudged against his Daddy's side, happy to just rest ad listen to his stories. He had slowly come to understand what they meant, having taken slightly more time than skylark. He still preferred to communicate in feelings rather than words. Even now as his brother spoke to him, he radiated back a single feeling, 'love'. Then after a moment it was followed by an enthusiastic cry of "Daddy". The image of the violet haired male sent in response. Yes, he wanted to meet Daddy finally. Now that he could move better, he was always working on his shell. Scraping at the surface with his single claw.