"Ah, but you are, as the first, the eldest, the protector. Surely some help would be appreciated."

*pack my help. i... i never fight with magic. why start?*

Using me isn't magic. Using a command for me to return to your hand is not magic. I am magic, but I use it on my own. I will be fighting with magic. You won't," Sunset said kindly.

Saria came up to Indo's side, and said, "It's no use arguing with her. She has eternity. You do not."

Pyrus piped up. *actually, he does. he says hes a demigod. how he knows, i dont. but go along with it.*

Indo grinned, then his somber look came back. *i... i... i cant. i sorry.* he turned away and walked out, and went out of sight. sounds of sobbing popped up, and Black and White looked pained.

Sunset strode over to where he was, and stroked his back reassuringly, trying to calm him down.

Indo was crying, head in his hands. *i not ready...*

"If you weren't ready, I wouldn't have chosen you," Sunset said gently.

*not fight. i do that all day. i not ready to... i not ready to live. i should dead. i created. i... cant.* he put his head in his hands and silently cried.

"Fate had plans for you, just as she has plans for all of us," Sunset whispered into his ear, slightly sultry.

Indos head snapped up and he roared, *I NEVER MEANT TO EXIST! I NOT MEANT TO BE HERE! FATE BROUGHT ME TO HELL AND LEFT ME! YOU NO TELL ME FATE HAS PLANS! SHE MADE ME, THEN THREW ME AWAY! AND FATHER NEVER HELPED ME! SO NO TELL ME WHO I AM!* he ran away, crying and sprawling. eventually he fell on a rock in a clearing, and sobbed, pounding the earth and howling.

Black and White heard and were shocked, partly because that was the most vocabulary Indo had ever used in a minute, and partly because Indo never raised his voice or yelled. ever.