Tai again huffed and this time turned his back on the female. "An apology isn't an apology if you simply go and insult someone again" he practically snapped out. His own ears had flattened, however his fluffed tail didn't drag but rather swish angrily back and forth. There was no way that this girl could have been the one from his dream. The one in his dream was at least a bit nicer, at least whenever he conversed with her in his dream that was.

He waited until she was at least somewhat away before he turned and backed up so that his back was at least against a wall, and slid down it in a sitting position. He pulled his legs up so that his knees were against his chest and his arms crossed on top of his knees. His chin then rested on his arms as his tail still swished to his side. It was a position he had always gone in whenever he was angry or upset, and soon the familiar pang of something pulling him on the inside began to appear as usual. He never did understand what was drawing him, nor where it wanted him to go, but he had always tried to ignore it. Now that he was in the underworld however it seemed the pang almost turned into a head and painful heart throb, causing him to move so that his face was buried in his arms.

His body began to shake, though whether it was from pain or the slowly growing fear, as he had never been in the underworld nor knew where he was, began to grow. Although he wouldn't admit it to anyone or really willing to admit it to himself he was terrified of being in an area completely surrounded by what was considered the enemy, and especially unarmed. When he was younger and in the City of Angels he had been one of the selected to be pitted against some of the rather ferocious captured demons. Because of his black spots on his ears and tail he was always believed to be tainted, and would usually be thrown in without any way to defend himself, at least until Michael would intervene and at least toss a weapon for him to defend himself. The first time for him had been especially traumatizing. Although he had won his first battle against a demon he had come out of the battle wounded, terrified and crying. The more he was thrown in though, the more he learned how to battle against the 'evil' demons and slowly as he came out of the battles his crying never became external and the amount of wounds he received decreased, but the terror always remained.

"Sister...I'm...scared...and...it hurts..." he whispered out unconsciously without even realizing that he had actually said anything at all.