Weakness? His 'friends'? Emizel appeared to have choked, as if that darkness around the flame had actually strangled him. It had returned, but more importantly, it looked a little darker.

He wanted to say something. How he was worth something, how he could be strong. But when and really, had any of those done something for him all this time? Hadn't he always had to still rely on someone else without really noticing it? Wasn't he stuck and needed help even right now?

"St.. stop it..." there was too many things being juggled around at once, something was going to have to give in.