"I don't like this game!" Sleipnir shouted along with Skylark, rubbing his eyes with his bleeding bruised hands. He held his brother, sobbing loudly next to him, nearly unable to hear him over the sound of his own cries. Why was Daddy playing this sort of game? It wasn't fun at all, he wanted to play something else. Dragging himself away from Skylark, he started to pound on the door again, only with less vigor. He was losing strength, sobbing loudly until a quiet voice broke through the silence, "Skylark, Sleipnir..." 

 Sleipnir turned to see his father standing at the doorway, looking quite worn. Scrambling over to him, he tugged his hand and cried, "Daddy won't come out, save Daddy please!" He sobbed, crying into Path's side. The elder dragon gazed down at his young and placed down the soaked sack, stepping over to the vault. "Stand back young ones and be calm..." He said softly, his eyes glowing dimly. Sleipnir hiccuped, gazing into Father's eyes and feeling a wave of calmness wash over him, his sobs quieting.
 
 Path's claws dug into the steel door, the metal denting and cracking under his strength. He gritted his teeth and leaned forward until he felt the door start to come off his hinges. In this form, it wasn't exactly the easiest of tasks and he was exhausted from being up on the surface. The air having drained him. His fingers bled blue as he ripped the door off it's hingers with a loud crack and he flung it to the floor.

 Warm arms, warmer than the cold, gathered Edge up into the dragon's lap, holding him close but not tight. He might break if he held him too tightly, "I can't lose you." A voice whispered, a gentle hand running through his hair, petting him as he was carried over to the bed and wrapped it warm blankets. Streaks of deep blue blood staining his skin as Path cooed him to sleep. Sleipnir followed them quietly.