Second Memory
He was standing amongst a group, flanking a fallen woman and a blond child. The woman.... dead, with a young boy grasping her shoulders and openly crying out. On their other side, a blue haired man kept the same gaze as himself- staring an anger at the mockery of a man that had ended the woman's life, her blood still on his sword. The child grasped at the woman, shaking her shoulders.
"Martel!" despite the obvious pain before him, his jaw remained locked, gaze set dead head at the man who had ended her life. Beside him, a blue hair-ed man started, though let the blond child finish. "How could you?!" The blond child demanded.
Beside him, the blue haired man moved, "Human!" He seethed out in rage at the killer. "You kind must not be allowed to live!" His voice was harsh, obviously full of barely restrained emotion, his muscles tensed as though to move.
"...How far are you willing to go to take control of the mana?" he demand himself. His own voice was... upset. Showing his emotion. Something he was unused to hearing. But in the memory he had no reservations about restraining himself behind such a facade.
"...I'll never forgive you." The child spoke strangely clearly, looking up. "...You humans... you're all the same." As though on command, the blue haired man extended a hand suddenly, bolts of lightly crackling within his palm as he aimed it towards the murderer. His own sword was withdrawn, and he assumed a battle stance- one he was quite familiar and comfortable with.
As is on cue, they charged.
(ooc; As of regaining this memory, Seraph has regained the use of his wings.)