Averting Disaster

[Nox]

Nox didn't remember Mexico much. It wasn't that long ago, but a lot had happened since then. And Dane sorta blurred everything else. He remembered the girl, Marta, though he hadn't remembered her name. But the man who was her guardian that was a different story. He probably should remember him, but there was a lot about other guys Nox chose to forget.

Nox turned around and sat on his ass wrapping his arms around his knees to watch Sasha. Nox couldn't see shit. He couldn't feel anything. And he was barely pissed about it. He felt the edges of the anger, but it was mostly loss he felt. And when Marta asked Nox shrugged. "I'm always sad. Right now I'm not much of anything. Sorta numb. But there is a distinct loss." Nox said with a soft voice with little emotion to it.

Sasha growled and whined and threw his hands up. Nox chuckled, not at Sasha, and not because it was funny. He didn't feel anything really about it, but it was a default reaction. "Don't try so hard. Draw a little power, make a thin thread and try the weave. The more power you draw the harder it is to control." Nox wished there was a way he could show him.

"Show me!"

Nox sighed and dropped his head to his arms as he tried again to find the power, to search deep with in. He even prayed to the fucking gods. Please, give me back the power. I'm nothing with out it. But it was no use. It was gone. Completely and utterly gone. Nox raised his head. "I can't. I'm sorry. The power is gone."