She really was going to kill him, wasn't she? He found it ironic that he could have been the one to take her life but instead he gave her life. He turned her into a tool of the SFA rather than corpse in the earth. Was it wrong of him to selfishly want her to live? To be by his side? Even as a criminal, he didn't care.

Sycom reached his hands up, wanting to comfort her but those blades came out again. She was spewing nonsense, which made Sycom's head hurt. Speaking of hurting, why was it hurting? It was ungodly painful. Everything was so loud. He could hear the wind, the shouting voice of Ashes, and even the snarling laugh of Remy. Why, he could even hear breathing. Why could he hear off this? Was it the mantis? Could he hear what the mantis heard?

Before he could question anything else, a familiar face shoved Vex into his arms. Perplexed, confused, and actually pleased, Sycom smiled at the boy. Was he trying to reunite a torn family? Was this Discord's naive nature playing director? It was too cute. It was so selfless. He reached his hand out to touch the boy but he couldn't for he was flying backwards.

When it finally sunk in, Sycom's mind broke. The pain that once plagued him vanished. Everything was gone. His mind was numb. His body was numb. Everything. Everything was numb.

"He..." his eyes were wide like two open doors. Face flushed of all color, his hand reached out toward the debris of the fragmented building. The collapse. Why hadn't he seen it. Why didn't he sense it. Why didn't he know Discord's true reasoning. Was he so plagued by love that he thought Kanra would save his marriage? He had always looked to Discord like he was a son, just like he saw Hime as a sister. Was it wrong to love criminals and agents to that degree?

"KANRA!" his voice pierced the air and it was amplified by the retching scream of the mantis who too felt his pain and misery. Large tears rolled down his face. Even though he was broken, beaten, and unable to feel anything, he would force himself forward. He would tug at the grass if he needed to. He needed to get to Discord. He had to try. He had to save the boy who he so desperately wanted to pull from the SFA and call his own. He needed to rescue him. He needed to find him. He needed him.

He, Sycom, needed him, Kanra. Kanra was the light in the darkness. Kanra was the hope that inspired strength and love. Kanra was the voice of innocence and purity. He was the reason that Sycom fought to free the criminals. He was the reason Sycom wanted to make the criminals have a better life. Sure, Vex was up there, but she was a grown woman. Kanra. Kanra was just a boy. An innocent boy whose life was ruined by poor parenting and malice monsters.

"Reino," his words were slurred together due to the excessive water that ran from his face. "Where are you." Although Reino and Kanra were relatively new friends, Sycom feared what would become of Reino if he knew what happened to Kanra. The last time someone that important to Reino died Reino....

A blade shifted between his shoulders. Gasping for air, his teal eyes twirled up to meet the psychotic face of Remy. "Ello, mate. You looking to join your beloved pawn in hell?"

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TL;DR: Sycom's a derp and thought that Discord was being cute when he shoved he and Vex together. He had no idea the kid was sacrificing himself to save them. Now he's numb on the ground screaming out for the boy.

Oh, and Remy is stabbing a blade in his back. Sycom isn't have a good day. He probably should have just stayed in bed....