It is that violent, volatile anger that so seems to display itself tonight, the young man having leeched on to the woman's one power, twisting and tormenting it to obey his own command- or what fraction of a command he could seem to hold over it within his limited grasp, mind far to encased within the spiralling destruction of his sanity to truly make any attempt to control the delicate ability that sees object after object thrown in this violent temper tantrum that seems wholly set on manifesting his emotions outward- in destroying everything and everyone within his path. That even the battles down below have ceased in the wake of this display of power remains the be seen, dark eyes devoid of any true understanding or desire to care, oblivious to the woman as she seeks to bring herself closer, her form near upon the ground in a desperate, submissive desire to appease his tumultuous anger in this moment. Yet- he is very near blind to it, unable to find any sense of clarity, no longer capable of attempting to understand the deterioration of his single most valued relationship and indeed it is this inability to truly understand that results in nothing more than an increasingly more violent frustration that seems, at last- to have reached its peak in a rather heated display of a tantrum of sorts.

How the curly haired woman has managed to dodge the hurricane of class and broken timber that spirals about his room is surely a miracle within itself, her arms suddenly wrapping themselves about him seeing the creature jerk violently to the side in an effort to push her away from himself, shoving forcefully at her a moment in a battle to free himself once more- anger and aggression momentarily turned entirely upon her. It is this distraction of his mind however, that sees the flying objects waver and shake, half of them tumbling free of his power as his mind fixates upon the woman, shoving at her still, frantically seeking to free himself from her firm hold.

"Get off! Get....off! Stop...touching me!"

Fingernails rapidly give way to claws in this moment, that leopard weaponry slashed at the woman's arms and hands in a final, desperate bid for her to release him. He does not hear her- does not see her. It is debatable perhaps, as to whom he even perceives her to be, unable entirely to recognise his favoured female companion, her features lost within the blurry haze of his own discontent as she continues to hold him all the same in perhaps some effort at restraint as the ship finally begins to settle once more, released from his power now as some fractured part of his mind slowly begins to...relax beneath her hold, muscles losing tension as he struggles only become weaker, that insufferable rage slowly beginning to stem despite his efforts to maintain it. He has never been...hugged, not truly, this bizarre gesture seeming to hold some ability over him, despite himself- those last tendrils of violent energy seeming to finally disperse as the lanky young man seems to very near collapse entirely. He is unused to her power, unused to wielding it, much less with the force his agitation has resulted in, exhaustion seeming to strike him entirely as one hand reaches automatically to grasp the woman whose head rests against his chest, shifting slightly as if his entire balance seems to waver before he very near allows himself to tumble into a heap upon the floor. For a moment or so the creature seems almost dazed, dark eyes peering with evident wonder at what remains of his bedroom- the bed alone seeming to have survived the onslaught as his gaze flickers from one side of the room to the other, coming to rest at last upon them woman, surely bleeding from her forearms should she not have managed to throw up her shadow armour in time.

"Birdie."

It is little more then a mutter, a whisper and yet he has seemingly recognised her at last, claws retracted now, replaced with fingernails once more as he continues to sit like a child upon the floor. That battered, damaged, broken mind so desperately attempting to piece together what little remains of his thoughts, her voice, at last, seeming to gauge a reaction, her question rapidly seeing him frown once more- the creature teetering upon the brink of yet another explosion, one his damaged mind surely cannot handle a second time around- chest heaving with the effort of such physical exertion.

"Tetra......does not...."

He cannot understand emotion, cannot perceive what is broke between himself and his companion and as such her question is vastly outside his ability to answer, struggling desperately to explain, to answer her- this sheer strain upon him surely evident in each frustrated line that marks his youthful features.

"Tetra......is angry......at me. Does not......look at me.....wont....play with me.....won't.....make food....or hunt. I....cannot.....fix it. Not....my brother...anymore."

It is this final statement, which perhaps, more correctly identifies his own emotional turmoil, his favoured companion no longer treating him in the manner with which he had been accustomed, no longer acting as the brother he had always been, acting the way the boy has learned to associate with the word 'brother.'

"Naddy......says....don't tell Aiden...don't tell Aiden....says must promise.....don't tell Aiden.....says....it is.....ok."

What one earth he is talking about- perhaps remains to be seen, dark eyes lifting to the woman's own once more in this silent will for the girl to understand, attempting so desperately to explain.....