Arena's body threatened to force her to yell at Tarren and refute every statement he had just made, but the truth in his words kept her mouth shut, though Crow seemed to have still a voice that needed to be heard. "I truly wonder sometimes how we stayed friends," Arena looked at Crow with confusion written over her face; she had thought that Crow would stand up and bear his teeth, not sit and agree with this man's disrespectful words, primarily since some of them were directed at her. The prospect now drove her to stand, and this time she wouldn't hesitate to speak, that was until the footsteps of Cypher became clear and grew louder with each passing moment. Arena quickly turned around, where she was met with a newly cleaned Cypher dressed in the attire he returned in through not the sleeve on the left arm was undone and was now presented with the sizeable horrific scarring that lined Cypher's limb.
Cypher sighed as he walked towards the dining room; even after seeing the fear and Perry painted across his mother's face, he still felt much too weak to deal with her ramblings but tread forward regardless. Cypher watched his mother's eye linger on his arm, whereas his father and Tarren took a simple glance. Taking his seat, Cypher spoke as he laid both of his arms onto the table and let out an audible sigh as he looked at his mother, "Your question," Cypher's mother looked at him with confused bleeding into her already existing emotion. "Then I'll explain myself." Cypher then spoke fully of each experience that leads to each recoil, even explaining the concept of Tyr and both of their experiences with their stains; the story was fleshed out with detail, through most of the dialogue offered up by his own and Tyr's stains were forgotten or just inaccessible.
Tarren and Crow seemed to know throughout certain parts of the story. In contrast, his mother just seemed entranced by each statement made; once Cypher had finished, he didn't bother studying the faces of either one of them and just stood deciding that he was done for the day and would spend the rest of it trying to recover from everything through a long nap. Through when Cypher stood, his father called out, "Where are you going?" Cypher looked down at his father and didn't hesitate in his answer, "To sleep." Cypher's father seemed to have a rebuttal already running through his mind because his response came less than a second after Cypher spoke, "From the sounds of it, yours is the type that makes sleeping next to impossible." Cypher just loosened the muscles that slightly tightened his face and smiled, "I've dealt with it for a few months already; if it changes now, I'll let you know."
Cypher then turned towards the stairs and let his fatigue start to take effect. When he entered his room, the sight of it brought a strange wave of joy over him; his room was almost exactly as he left it. Though some things were shifted and moved around, the room itself had been kept clean throughout his absence. The sight was fully welcomed; Cypher shut the door behind him while glancing over his room in its entirety; there was nothing in here he was attached to as much as it was just the sight in its entity that relaxed him. Cypher walked over to his bed, and only then did he remember that he'd left his shoes outside the bathroom door, but that thought was quickly forgotten as the soft mattress, and the even softer sheets made contact with his body. The bed of the academy offered nothing compared to the one he was currently lying on. Cypher quickly began drifting off to sleep until his progress was interrupted not only by a knock on his door but his phone going off; Cypher deeply sighed and stood up, walked towards, and opened the door. The sight of his mother loosely holding his shoes calmed him down, "Yes?" Cypher spoke quieter than he meant to and almost repeated himself, "You left your shoes in the bathroom, and I want to speak with you."
Cypher felt himself wanting him to close the door in his mother's face, but he managed to ignore the urge and moved out of her way as if to invite her in; Arena moved her way in and towards Cypher's bed, placing the shoes at its foot. Cypher felt the door open and leaned against the wall waiting for his mother to speak, "What's wrong? Why don't you sit next to me?" Cypher couldn't be bothered to do anything other than what would get her to leave as quickly as possible, so he did as she asked. When he sat down, Arena took a moment for herself to look around and seemingly reminisce about something; regardless of reasons, Cypher was growing more and more impatient by the second and tired at that. As his mother continued to be lost in thought, Cypher decided to pull out his phone and check his notifications, a message from Anna left him confused, and he opened it.
The message read, "How are you feeling?" Cypher looked at the time and noticed it was two hours until midnight; Cypher began typing his reply, and only then did his mother seems to find her voice. "Who are you texting?" Cypher pushed down all his aggravation and answered his mother, "A legion member." The arena seemed to nod and quiet down once again, though after Cypher sent off his message and closed his phone, a thought came to him. "Were you a part of my father's legion?" His mother seemed to be caught off guard by the sudden question but didn't seem to mind answering, "No, I wasn't. I wasn't even in the same academy; I wasn't even in the same country." Cypher looked at his mother with curiosity written all over his face; at this point, he had forgotten all about his fatigue. "Which country were you born in, and why do you come to Immorr?" Arena smiled and looked at Cypher, "You're father is the main reason, but there are others that lead to me leaving Akell; one thing that I know for sure is that I don't regret my decision. At least not all the time."
Her ending words brought her a tiny bit of laughter though Cypher's fatigue could only get him to a smile, and his mother finally seemed to notice. "Oh, I'm sorry. I should have realized you needed your rest." Arena stood and smiled down at Cypher placing a light hand on his head and ruffling his hair, "When you wake, come and talk to me; even if you lose interest in my past, I have something important to tell you that could change how you make sure yours didn't repeat when you met this Try again." Cypher face contorted with confusion as his mother left him to his own decisions; the comment would keep him up for longer than he would have liked or his mother would have expected. Cypher started at his left hand and saw Tyr's arm over his and questioned why he showed no injury from the attack Cypher sent at him. He knew for a fact that Tyr didn't entirely nullify the attack, he saw Tyr's arm soaked in his blood, and the attack Cypher released caused him to recoil just through its casting alone.
Cypher had too much circled his mind even now; over the last five months, he did his best to clear everything up, so he didn't have to organize his thoughts again. He knew what he was supposed to be doing, what he was actively working on, and the main topics he cared about; since things were happening so fast, he could hardly remember anything anymore, regardless Cypher decided to do what he hoped he wouldn't have to anymore and laid down letting all the thoughts come and go until his mind cleared and he could recognize everything. The main problems that concerned him were his injuries and his recovery, which had hopefully just been solved and he'd be better in a few weeks, from how his father talked about the medicine, he'd hoped at least this time was right because before Anna gave him a few months before he was fully recovered. The next thing that plagues him the what was now called a stain, which supposedly would be explained and resolved as a problem by Tarren and his father, and then there was the problem of his interest in the conversation and hopefully making friends with Tyr as well as the image that Cypher constructed of him that even he didn't know if it was correct or not.
Cypher saw Tyr as a goal he had to overcome if he wanted to achieve greater heights; Cypher knew he placed himself too low compared to Tyr but didn't bother trying to change his outlook. All he knew was that he had to surpass him or at the very least equal him in combat, though Cypher didn't know how he'd even go about doing that; his stain insulted his efforts to progress through its exact words being lost on him. Cypher shook his head and decided just to figure out what he'd do when he'd awaken; the first thing he planned on doing was to find out what his mother was speaking of and then go from there.