He cried.

Wailing.

Screaming.

Shouting.

Ululating.

But no one came.

No one came running to wrap their arms about him. No one came to hold him. No one came to comfort him. No one came to tell him it was all right. Everything would be all right. No one came for him.

He was alone.

Totally and utterly alone.

So he had cried. Cried until the last tear fell. Cried until the pain could no longer be felt. Cried until he could cry no longer.

What did I do wrong? What did I do to Rezo? Wasn't I good enough? Why wasn't I? How can I make it up? Why? How? What?

He was trapped. The door was open, no one guarded the mansion but he was trapped. Trapped forever in this body. Trapped in his mind.

Forever.

Why?

Strength. Because of strength.

He slammed a fist against the wall, creating a fair sized dent.

"Damn you Rezo." He cursed under his breath. "Damn you Rezo!"

He couldn't go out. He couldn't leave. He couldn't break the bond. Rezo had made sure of that. He was trapped here, serving his grandfather.

He looked in the mirror.

No.

He wouldn't live like this.

"No!" He screamed and threw a chair at his reflection. The shimmering surface shattered into a million pieces, ringing and echoing as they fell to the ground. Broken, like his life.

Zelgadis collapsed to the ground, hugging his knees and rocking back and forth in an insane motion.

No one would come for him. And he wanted no one. He wanted to be alone.

He wanted to kill. Wanted to kill Rezo. His grandfather.

An eye for an eye.