The being was getting board with its current company of mortals, for they where clearly bickering about things unrelated to it. Truly the wisest thing to do was to leave them. With a simple shrug of its shoulders it leaves the area. It starts walking passing by several other people. It starts mubbeling to itself very quietly and in an show of discomfort closes its arms together around it, as if it was in a straight-jacket at a metal hospital
''See...they who are around us do not wish to be blanked by beings like me...they want to live, remember, be and be more. Not less...why do you not understand that? Why do i have to hurt you so much for you to understand?'' It goes to the bathroom and starts washing its face in the icy water, the tears running down its face. Why did it have to do this? What compelled its host to give up, give it up and not fight it. Why did she not fight it, she would win if she could only fight back. She needs...someone