Terry looked down at Blake, concerned.

"If you truly do not wish to return, you may go back to my apartment. You may have access to anything you desire there. You do not have to come, Blake."

"N-no." Blake forced himself to step towards the portal, despite his common sense screaming What are you doing? Run. Run while you can. Midona never listened to her common sense. She got a court for it. He always had, and look where it had got him.

Midona meanwhile couldn't care less about inner-conflict, and stepped through the portal, walking through the court and crowds confident she could slaughter anyone in the room if needs be. Knowing this still didn't make her comfortable with the world around here, with the not-quite-concealed moans and screams of various mortals and other creatures, even a few unfortunate unseelie themselves; didn't make her not flinch at the hands reaching out at her, too far gone to care about the consequences of touching a gancanagh.

This is what we are, Midona. That was what Gabriel had said. I am NOT one of these monsters. I CHOSE not to be.

Terry followed Blake and gripped his hand tightly to reasure him, holding him close as he walked. He paid no attention the the court. He had been there before, and it was far past bothering him now. His only concern was for Blake.

Anna followed Midona, head held high. The alure of the court buzzed in her head, but she - with difficulty - took no notice of it, no matter how much it called to her. They were on a mission. There was no time to lose her sense in a place such as this.

A young faerie girl looked at Midona with tears in her eyes. With her reed thin body and kind expression, she was too gentle to be exposed to such cruelty. Vulnerable. A good person. Like Blake. What I am not. Midona pitied her. In the cold light of day, when the bodies of the dead were intwined around the still living, many found it hard to hold on to their sanity.

Midona kept walking. She saw two unseelie playing with a mortal she recognized- a dreadlocked singer named Deidara whom Anthony had once sort-of dated. Had Midona been anyone else, they would have snarled at her or asked her to join in the fun. As it was, they shot her a cold look and carried on. Deidara screamed, and Midona had to avert her eyes.

"How do you endure this?" She asked Blake, "Knowing but being unable to change a thing?"

"I do what we have both always done, Midona."

"Which is?"

"I do what I can and accept that I am not omnipotent."

~Meanwhile~

Seth was begining to come to his senses. The past few hours were a haze of blurry pleasures. The club, the girl...

"There was a girl..." he slurred, "We...I...what did she do to me?" a horrible thought crept up inside Seth as he recalled her youthful apearance, "What did I do to her..?"

He lookede at his friend, desperate. "Tony, man, what happened?"

"You got laid." So elequent was Tony's reply. He lounged on the chaise-longue, drinking.

~Meanwhile~

Anna kept in pace beside Midona, hand on her knife.

Terry clutched tightly to Blake's hand, attempting to keep him close and safe without actually picking the boy up.