Idox slowly lowered the cocked weapon and turned toward Henna. He uncocked it and holstered it, throwing his arms around Henna. "Seeing someone killed twists a kid," he whispered. "I've scared off more therapists than I care to count." He let go of her, and he sighed. He turned to the girl he had pointed the gun at. "I'm... I'm sorry," he said, clearly displaying the shame in what he had done. "I'm naturally paranoid, and it's my own fault."