The other had put on a smile...hut the look in his eyes made it more than clear that he was happy to get away like the others. Glasses or not, Kanra did not have to be a genious to know the other thought he was as insane as others did. His hand clenched more, and a pain ran through his heart. Why.....why did he care? Berserker stirred more, a bit angry now at what the other had made him feel. A hand went to his head for a moment. He moved to by the door, flipping the lights off to cast the room into darkness. It seemed he was alone once more, though he would never fully be alone...not with Berserker.
He moved to the bed, laying down and facing the wall. He wasn't tired, but the light just seemed to give them a way to see him, and turning it off helped him to block them and himself out. Ignore that fool.....he and all of them will learn soon enough... Berserker's words usually comforted him, made it seem like things would be alright. But at the moment, even though he smiled, the remnants of the mystery feeling settled within him. He needed to get rid of them soon, feelings were a weakness..letting people who merely thoughtof him as a freak get to him was pointless. He looked at his hand within the darkness. The scar, even if he could not see it as clearly, it was there. It would always be there, a constant reminder. His eyes slipped closed.