[i]"Things I'd rather not speak of"[/i]

"Nor do I need to speak of dean."

[b]Her face turns sour[/b] [i]"No, you don't need to"[/i]

"....Im sorry you have been treated this way by everyone... I want to help you escape. I know thats what you want but... Its your lead you decide. I get this feeling every time you come by.. Sadness and empty and I would like to have been helping you... Also... ... I... ... My mask..." [b]Ëlent suddenly goes limp and you see a very quick glimpse of his face, a glow and him slamming face first onto the floor, snow white hair astray[/b]

[b]She looks at him with a confused look on her face[/b]

*he slowly moves and pulls out a grenade looking object and clicks it, a bright flash blinds you and slowly you regain your vision to see Ëlent getting to his feet, the smell of sterile latex and some sort of burning alcohol smell penetrates your nose, Ëlent is on his feet and looks at you, his mask in his hands. He has very pale white like skin and his face is of humanoid form, his eyes are a very faint yellow and glow slightly. His hair is pure white and his facial features seem smooth and well kept, he has a slight bruise from the fall to his face under his chin* "Im sorry I had to use a sterilization field... Without my mask your air is full of microbes as you call them that could kill me... I may be sick after this... The same would be for you if you were to visit my planet, if it weren't... Dead now.. But im sorry for the confusion you are in too much shock and dont much care and I am sorry for showing my disrespect with the revelation of my face.." *he fumbles with the mask and seems to be checking it, the hood is attached to it like a veil, he is about to put it on*

[b]She blinks repeatedly, rubbing her eyes in an attempt to regain her vision[/b]