Zex flinched a bit. His own mother had passed giving birth to him. But he tried his best to reassure Justice, and pull him away from the horrible memories.

It only switched. His mind swirled and his mouth opened a bit as if he tried to gasp for air. Soon he was sitting in a chair holding a little Clair that was a bit older now. Valore was screaming in another room like a maniac. His father was on his side in the same room his mother had died in. He was lean one and looked a lot like Clair. His wings where limp off the bed as Justice rocked the baby and stroked his fathers side. He froze after a moment, the side of his father soon stopped moving. No more breathing, no more twitching. Nothing. He swallowed hard, shaking as he gently shook his fathers shoulder only to hold Clair tighter as his father limply rolled over face up. He was gone. The screaming from Valore only became more wild, crazy and horrifically mad. Words that where horrid and reflected the pain he was inflicting on himself. Little Clair clung to Justice's chest fur, the young fluff picking her up and taking her out of the dark room no matter how much it hurt.

Zex's heart hurt for the family of three, but he couldn't give up now. He continued to try and direct Justice awake, for both Claire and Akira.

Clair snuggled her snout into her brothers side, ears droopy and tail droopy as well.

It took one las memory before he could wake. Valore was now having a full on panic attack, right after Justice had been forced to explain what had happened in the other room. Justice had to push little Clair to the bed as Valore lunged at him. The little one started crying as the younger brother started raging at Justice, Val lashing out and trying to hurt Justice while the Just tried to block the attacks and get his brother to calm. Justice's heart was in pain, hurting over his mother and now father. The heart wrenching cries of the child on the bed could rip any one apart inside.

It could. But Zex wouldn't allow that. Justice was important to all of them, even Zex himself.

It was good that Zex didn't give up, the furry was ripped away from the beginning of another memory. One that had Val's end in it. His eyes didn't open but he gasped and it was clearly painful. Clair sniffled and lifted her gaze to her brothers face. "J-Justy."

He tried to ease his pain, calming him down.

His breaths gurgled a little as they calmed a bit, body shaking still though. Each breath that went in let the broken edge of his broken ribs poke a little from under his fur. But if they stayed in place for some time they'd heal in the correct position. Clair whimpered softly.

Realizing this, his other hand moved to the broken ribs, using magic to bind them in the correct position, before beginning to heal them.

He groaned, head turning to the side. He didn't much like that.

Clair watched with wide eyes.