Fear. Pain. Lose. Hate. All of these feeling flowed into Shadows mind. Angelo was so scared now that he was acting on pure instinct. His body lashed out with kicks and bites. There was something there that scared Angelo, something he did not/ could not face. His voice was a ragged scream, more animal then human.

Shadow continued to keep him in close contact, enduring any possible hits against him and preventing him from biting. Quickly, he flitted through Angelo's mind to find the source of his current distress.

Pain. loss. hatred. Fear. Short images of his family, his sisters practicing their gifts. his grandmother teaching them how to heal with herb and not just powers. A camp fire in the middle of the caravan of wagons. A bright light from a light spell blinding every one. Him hiding trying to make anything happen to stop the screams. Blood falling on him, his sisters face locked in a look of pain and fear as she died. Angelo’s mind pulled away trying to protect him, to keep those memories where they would not hurt him.

A look of sorrow fell over Shadow's face. "...You are afraid that if you unlock those powers...something like that will happen again?" It was obvious now to Angelo that Shadow had seen it.

"like what?" his face had an animal look too it.

Shadow ran a hand absently through his hair--the movement, now that he had retracted himself from Angelo's mind, would cause calm to wash over him. "Like...what I saw in your memories. The chaos...the light spell. Is that what you are afraid of?"

"I... I dont know what your talking about ." slowly his eyes became more human, there was a look of confusion in them as well.

Shadow blinked. "You don't?" His brow furrowed for a moment as he thought. "...? Tell me...and please, be truthful--this is important...your 'fear' of these powers...does it have any sort of origin? Or is it just...something that comes up?"

"how many times do I have to tell you I DONT. HAVE. ANY. POWERS. and if I did I would not fear them." why could the stupid roman not get it. he would have loved to have powers but he did not have any.

Shadow arched an eyebrow. "...I just saw a memory of yours in your mind, perfectly true and clear, that you do not seem to remember. It's why I'm asking. I would be more than happy to show it to you. But...it is not a pretty memory." To prove he was being truthful, Shadow reentered his mind, gently, and danced around the memory, which seemed completely blocked off to Angelo. "There it is. Can you feel what I'm talking about?"

"no I dont, I cant tell what your talking about." his mind tried to push Shadow away from the memory. it did not want to remember, it did not need to remember.

Shadow put his hands on his shoulders, then locked eyes with him. "It's not a good memory...your mind is trying to push it away." He didn't want to completely force him to see it, though he knew the shock from it would have long-term effects. "Let me try to quell your mind...if I can, you should be able to see it."

He attempted to gently, reasonably wrench control over the memory from Angelo's mind. It would feel a bit strange, but it wouldn't hurt him.

Going crossed eyed Angelo sighed. This man was not going to believe him at all. No matter what he said or did this stupid blood thirsty root bound roman was not going to get the point. “what every your doing feels weird stop it.”

"Just a moment."

Shadow squinted for a moment, and then sighed in relief as Angelo's mind finally relented. His power wasn't strong enough or willing enough to battle with Shadow's much more advanced skills. He toyed with the memory for a moment and then cleared his throat, showing him that it was there, but not what it was. "Here. This one. You can open it, now, but please be cautious...it's not a good memory."

‘Not true, unsafe, lies!’ Angelo’s mind whispered trying to keep him form looking. And well Angelo did not trust the man to tell the truth so he believed his mind more. “That is not a real memory. You made it so you can scare me.”

"It isn't fake." Shadow seemed firm about that. "It's easy for the mind to determine between a real and fake memory...but, if it it is a bad real one, it will often cry wolf and try to keep you from it. Once you open it, it will tell you if it is real or fake. For example..."

He plucked a random memory out of Angelo's head, and then created one of his own. He opened each one for him, demonstrating how his mind reacted. "There is a difference, see? Give it a shot."

Shaking his head he did not want to try to see what it was that his mind feared. How could he trust this man not to have found a way to make him see what he wanted him to see? Yet there was a part of him that wanted to know what it was hiding.

Shadow noticed his curiosity. "...You don't want to take the first step? Do you want me to open it for you? Make sure you keep that difference in mind, so you can tell if it is real or fake..."

‘He will lie, he will trick us.’ Part of angelo’s mind said. ‘That not true he is only trying to help.’ Another part said. ‘no he is not he is just trying to get you to think that.’ And so back and forth he argued with himself.

Seeing that he needed a bit of time to think, Shadow waited, sitting back on the bed slightly to give him some space. He didn't want to force him to, but it would be the best for him in the end if he refused to open the memory...

thinking on the council of each voice he looked at Shadow. "your lying. it is not mine you placed it there." his voice was cold calm cool. he had judge each voice, the one that told him it was a lie he had fallowed before and not been hurt. the other voice was a new one, and he did not trust it.

Shadow sighed. "Here. See for yourself. If it is fake, you should once again be able to sense it as soon as I open the memory." Knowing it would not be good, Shadow gently scooted closer to him and restrained him again. "I will open it in one...two...three."

Disobeying the thoughts in Angelo's mind, Shadow opened the memory. Just before it began, it identified itself as a true memory.

Angelo leched back his mind fully thrown into the memory. how he hidden trying to help them but not knowing how. seeing those he loved fall to the slavers weapons. the man taking their pleasure from the woman and some of the men before killing them. then watching his cosines being taking away to places unknown screaming. then being found by the head of the group, being striped of everything his mother had made him. fingers pushing and pulling on him, the whip when he did not do as they told him. watching his cosines die off one at a time as they did not keep up or do as they were told. seeing the last of them be bought off to a man that oozed evil. the pain in the dark as man came to his cage.

Shadow kept him restrained and held him close, exuding a comforting sort of presence that didn't interfere with his current viewing of the memory. He knew it was going to be painful. He just hoped he wouldn't be out of it for too long...he didn't want him to die, or fade away too much...

Fighting against the men in the memory Angelo screamed. His throat was already ragged from the screams he had let out earlier. His eyes flew open seeing Shadow yet not seeing him. screaming and thrashing he tried to get away. Then slowly he relaxed and fell into a half trance. His mind slowly trying to clear up what he had seen and what was important in it. Taking what it did not feel important it tossed it back to the back of his mind. There it would be worked over till it was ok with his mind.