To say Etna's silence didn't worry him a little would be a lie. Etna not saying anything was... not normal. He didn't know what it meant at all. Was it because of how he... he failed?

Her turning away from him added to the sense of rejection. Great... so this is how it would be huh?

Folding his arms to his chest, hell it did feel good to be able to move again, he turned his gaze back to Flonne, who'd given him such a more reassuring look a moment ago. Of course, it WAS Flonne, she was always being so damn positive, but... still... she was also so loyal to him, no matter what. And... she'd saved him last night. If she hadn't driven that darkness from him...

Casting his gaze to Ivan for a moment he sighed and dipped his head, bangs falling to cast shadow over his expression as he waited a moment for Flonne to finish speaking before he did. "I... I don't know how to really explain it any better..." Laharl said quietly. "It was like... I was barely aware what was going on outside around me and I couldn't get back in control... something... darkness... not like my own... it... gah."

He'd tried to explain, but he just shuddered in the end, a chill passing through his arm where the needle of darkness had been injected. It was like a memory... The darkness was gone, but... he still remembered how it felt. Oh! Right, the needle...

"It was caused by something they put in me..." Laharl suddenly added when the thought hit him and he rubbed his arm a little. "I... they strapped me down to a damn table and injected something into my arm. I... it's hard to remember... the tube had something black in it..."

He paused when Flonne suddenly addressed Etna.