As they settled in to watch the movie, Kelfin couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the rush of emotions around him. Except for Corish and Dath, the staff controlled their emotions as he was used to. Corish was tense and anxious about the approaching storm, his irritation towards Satil for bringing up past issues palpable. Dath's love for Zela radiated off of him like a warm glow. Etik, on the other hand, seemed more at ease than he had been in days. Having his father visit meant everything to the young boy. Kelfin couldn't help but wish that Yol would stop hiding their relationship, as the love between them was evident in every touch and glance. Surprisingly, Jalf appeared to be in control of his emotions. It wasn't consistent enough to suggest regular interaction with an empath, but it was clear that he had received some training. Being surrounded by these strong emotions, Kelfin couldn't shake off his own discomfort. He needed to get away from everyone. He retreated to his bedroom, hoping for some peace, but even that didn't provide relief. He knew he couldn't leave the safety of the grounds during the storm - the road to town frequently flooded and the two-seater or the motorcycle was too unstable on wet roads. But he also couldn't stay cooped up in the house any longer. Donning a poncho, he braved the pouring rain outside and relished in the solitude it offered. The temperature had dropped with the storm, but he welcomed the chill against his skin as a distraction from the overwhelming emotions inside. As lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the distance, Kelfin realized he couldn't stay outside forever. Seeking shelter from the storm, he made his way to the garage where he could find some solace amidst the roar of rain and thunder. In the garage, Kelfin found solace in the solitude. It was a sanctuary, a place where he could escape the overwhelming emotions that plagued him. The storm intensified outside, the rain beating against the garage doors, matching the rhythm of his racing heart. Running his hands along the smooth surface of his prized possession, a vintage motorcycle, Kelfin felt a sense of calm wash over him. This machine, with its sleek design and powerful engine, had always been his escape from the emotions he felt from others. It represented freedom, adventure, and a glimpse of a world beyond the confines of his own emotions. He carefully hung his poncho on the coat rack that Dath had thoughtfully placed in the entryway. The wooden pegs were adorned with intricate carvings, depicting scenes of nature and ancient symbols. Kelfin couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship as he made his way to the loft above. The loft had been furnished when Dath first arrived, a gesture of welcome from the Mor family. It had been a place for him to stay until he’d stopped having nightmares about the intake. Kelfin considered spending the night out here. But now, as he entered the room, he could see that it hadn't been cleaned in ages. Dust coated every surface, and cobwebs clung to the corners of the room. Feeling unsettled, Kelfin descended back down to ground level and slipped into the back seat of his auto. The familiar smell of leather and fuel filled his nostrils as he settled in. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves and regain control. The rain outside was coming down hard, creating a peaceful symphony of pattering droplets on the roof. Kelfin found comfort in its steady rhythm and slowly felt the tension melting away from his body. Just then, a voice called out from outside - Dath's voice. The lights flared on suddenly, startling Kelfin out of his meditative state. “Kelly?” Dath called out again. Kelfin sat up and opened the door of his auto. “What's wrong?” he asked, squinting against the sudden light. Dath joined him in the auto, turning off the lights before answering. “We've been looking for you,” he said with concern. “I just needed some time alone,” Kelfin explained tiredly. “The rain always helps me relax.” “I know,” Dath nodded understandingly, “but we had no idea where you were or if something happened.” “I'm fine,” Kelfin insisted, though a hint of guilt crept into his mind for causing them to worry. “We didn't know that,” Dath replied firmly. “And with the recent attacks on the Mor family, we were worried that something had happened to you.” He paused and then added, “We care about you, Kelly.” Kelfin could see the genuine concern in his friend's eyes and felt grateful to have someone who cared for him so deeply. Kelfin reached out his senses, his mind buzzing with worry and concern. Hurmis, Jalf, and Dath were tense and on edge, their thoughts focused on what might have happened to Kelfin. Etik was peacefully asleep. The others seemed unaware of the potential danger. Kelfin's brow furrowed as he spoke to Dath in a hushed tone. “Someone else is here,” he warned. Dath's hand instinctively went for the door handle, but Kelfin stopped him. “I don't know who it is, but it can't be for anything good. Override the lights before opening the door. We need to remain hidden.” With a nod of understanding, Dath quickly overrode the auto's lights and they slipped out of the vehicle, pulling on their ponchos. Dath retrieved a second gun from a nearby toolbox and offered it to Kelfin. Because of his empathic nature, Kelfin hesitated at the thought of causing harm to another being. “It just stuns,” Dath reminded him. Kelfin knew this, but the idea of using violence still weighed heavily on his conscience. “I'll have to deal with the emotions of whoever I shoot,” he replied. “But think about the potential emotions Yol would feel if he lost Sila or Etik,” Dath countered. “Or how you would feel if you lost Rist.” “Or how you would feel if you lost Zela?” Kelfin challenged in return. Dath's expression softened. “Or consider the myriad of emotions that would consume the whole city if you were killed and Tre took over.” Kelfin clenched his jaw, determined not to let that happen. “I'll take responsibility for running the company before letting that come to pass,” he insisted. Dath placed a hand on Kelfin's shoulder, his expression serious. “Stunning someone to prevent all that loss would be a small price to pay for the safety and well-being of you and everyone else.” With a heavy heart, Kelfin accepted the weapon from Dath and lowered its setting, knowing that using it may still cause harm but hoping to minimize the damage. For he knew that losing any of his loved ones could have devastating consequences on not only himself but also the entire city. Rain pelted against the windows, obscuring Dath's view as he peered out into the darkness. “Where are they?” he asked, his voice strained with worry. “It's hard to tell in this weather,” Kelfin replied. “I think they're in front of the house.” “Then let's take the back way,” Dath suggested, motioning towards a small side path that led around the house. They hurried through the downpour, their footsteps splashing in puddles as they made their way to a back driveway that led to a basement storeroom. The previous owner used it for deliveries and Kelfin rarely had reason to use it. “Hurmis would take them down to the safe room anyhow,” Dath reasoned. “We can call for help from there.” “Did Jalf know about the safe room?” Kelfin asked concern etched on his face. “I didn't tell him about it,” Dath admitted. “But he may have explored the house and found it. Why?” “How well can we trust him? Your background check was incomplete,” Kelfin said grimly. “It wasn't so much incomplete as it was unavailable,” Dath clarified, his brow furrowed. “You mean like Rist’s?” “No, I mean behind serious security measures, the kind even I don't use,” Dath explained. Kelfin's mind raced as he tried to piece together the puzzle. “That means he's part of a crime network,” he surmised, his voice low and tense. “Or he's a government agent,” a calm, steady voice behind them interjected. Kelfin whipped around, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never been snuck up on before. Dath was quicker, spinning and shooting at one of the men who had snuck up on them. But the other one jumped in front of him, equally armed and ready for a fight. “Oril, I'm okay.” They all turned to see that the voice belonged to Ghel. “Though if that's the best you can do, we're in trouble,” Ghel teasingly remarked. “I barely felt that.” Dath frowned and looked at his gun. He must have forgotten to raise the setting again. Kelfin couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh. “What are you doing here?” Kelfin demanded, willing his thoughts to stay hidden so Ghel wouldn’t read them. “Please, don't start with that song again. I’ll go insane,” Ghel pleaded with a hint of humor in his voice. “We're checking on you. Tre sent men after you tonight. We called to warn you but we couldn't get through.” “They may be blocking the networks,” Oril chimed in. Dath shook his head grimly. “It's the storm. I have several redundancies for situations like this. Once we're inside, I can access them.” “Then let's hurry inside and help the others,” Ghel insisted urgently. Tonight, Ghel made no attempt to hide his emotions. Both Kelfin could sense his worry and it only amplified his own concerns. After all, those were family in there. “The cameras are out,” Dath warned as they neared the door. “I can't tell where they are,” Ghel admitted, his mental abilities hampered by the constant flashes of lightning. “Once we're inside, I should be able to locate them,” Kelfin assured them. As they hurried through the entrance, he and Dath quickly shed their ponchos so they wouldn't hinder their movement. Ghel and Oril, on the other hand, used shield umbrellas to protect themselves from the raging storm outside. Their mission was clear: get inside and help their friends before it was too late. “Most people have made their way to the safe room,” Kelfin reported. “But there are two individuals upstairs that I don't recognize. Jalf is currently searching for them, not working with them.” There was no denying Jalf’s determination. “He's an agent,” Ghel insisted to Kelfin, hoping he would see reason. “Are you certain?” Kelfin prodded. "This is Hurmis's brother you mean, isn't it?" Ghel asked. “He is," Kelfin clarified. "Then, yes. I've met him before," Ghel confirmed "I read his thoughts.” “Why are you helping us?” Kelfin asked Ghel's rival, his tone cautious yet curious. Ghel bristled at being questioned. “I told you my reasons when we went to dinner,” he insisted. There was more to it, but he did want to help. Oril's emotions also seemed like he only wanted to help. Kelfin made a quick decision. “Dath, you and Oril go help Jalf,” he commanded. “Ghel and I will make sure the others get to safety. I can contact the police from there.” Despite their reluctance to leave their charges, Dath and Oril obeyed without question. Silently they headed towards the stairs and the front of the house. Ghel turned to Kelfin, his eyes filled with concern. “Can you use that?” he asked, gesturing towards the gun in Kelfin's hand. “I've had training,” Kelfin reassured him, although doubt lingered in his mind. He wasn't sure he could bring himself to shoot someone. In response, Ghel pulled out a gun from his holster and held it out for Kelfin to see. “It only stuns,” he explained. Kelfin could see the setting on the gun and nodded in understanding. “Let's go.” Together, they made their way towards the safe room where they hoped to find their friends. As they approached, Kelfin realized that the room was empty. “They're still on the way,” he informed Ghel. “How long do we have?” Ghel asked urgently. “Moments,” Kelfin replied, frustration evident in his tone. “I'm not a precog. I can't predict the future.” Pushing aside his worries, Kelfin led the way back to where the others were heading for them. As he scanned the group, he felt a surge of relief wash over him when he saw them. Yol, Hurmis, and Corish were armed and ready for any potential danger. “How many guns does Dath have?” Kelfin asked them. He knew Dath had stashed a few around, but he’d never heard how many. “This one is mine,” Corish admitted, indicating the one he carried. “I got it on the ship.” Sila carried Etik in her arms, while Rist, Zela, and Satil huddled together in the middle of the group. Kelfin couldn't help but feel grateful that they were all safe. He immediately pulled Rist into a tight hug, needing the reassurance and comfort only his companion could provide in this chaotic situation. Why are you hugging my mom?” Etik asked, his brows furrowing in confusion. Kelfin turned around to see Ghel engulfing Sila in an embrace, with Etik accidentally caught between them. Ghel quickly stepped back, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry,” he apologized, looking at Yol sheepishly. Yol, relieved to see his loved ones safe, gave a weak smile. “I'm glad to see you're okay too,” he said, his gaze shifting toward Ghel. Yol then turned to Kelfin, wanting to clear up any misunderstandings. “He's why I can't marry her,” he explained, pointing at Ghel. “Etik, meet your Uncle Ghel.” Kelfin's confusion only deepened. “What?” Meanwhile, Zela, who had been scanning the room, demanded to know, “Where's Dath?” Kelfin quickly responded, redirecting her attention. “He and Oril went to help Jalf,” he informed her, briskly walking over to a nearby computer to send a message to the police. “The network's down,” Yol chimed in, observing Kelfin's unsuccessful attempt. Kelfin nodded in agreement. “I know. Fortunately, this old building still has a hardwired line,” he explained, his voice filled with determination. “We can use it to establish direct connections with both the police and the hospital.” Curiosity peaked, Ghel couldn't help but ask, “How old is this place?” Kelfin paused for a moment, thinking back to the history of Anore. “This was actually the first building constructed in Anore,” he revealed, a hint of wonder in his voice. “It's strange how the city ended up being built so far away from it, though. “Stay in here. Lock the door,” Kelfin instructed firmly, his voice filled with determination and concern for the safety of those inside the room. “Where are you going?” Rist asked, their eyebrows furrowing in worry. “To help Dath and the others,” Kelfin replied, his tone resolute as he prepared himself for the dangerous task ahead. “We'll come too,” Yol offered, steadfastness evident in his voice. Ghel stood by his side, supporting his decision. “Someone needs to protect the others,” Kelfin reminded them gently, acknowledging their willingness to help but highlighting the importance of securing the safety of those still inside the room. “I can do that,” Corish assured him, his voice confident and determined. “I've been taking care of myself all my life.” Kelfin nodded appreciatively, acknowledging Corish's independent nature. With a deep breath, Corish shut and locked the door behind them, ensuring the safety of those remaining inside. As they made their way to the stairs, Yol couldn't help but voice his concern. “Can you handle this, Kelfin?” “They're in my house, threatening my family,” Kelfin replied, his voice filled with a mix of anger and determination. “Why did you have a kid with his sister?” Kelfin's question hung in the air, heavy with both confusion and hurt. His mind briefly drifted to the realization that Sila and Ghel were siblings, a fact he hadn't known until now. He had wondered if Yol had simply been seeking an heir when he got Sila pregnant. However, today was the first time Kelfin truly felt the depth of Yol’s love for Sila, despite the complicated circumstances. “I fell in love with her,” Yol's voice came, breaking through the momentary silence. “Years ago,” Ghel added, his voice tinged with understanding. “He's avoided the relationship for almost that long. And even after getting her pregnant, he still wants to hide.” Kelfin processed their words, realizing the complexity of the situation. The weight of the impending confrontation threatening his family's safety overshadowed any personal conflicts. “It's going to be hard to explain. Tre will get suspicious,” Yol pointed out, concern etched on his face. “You won't have to worry about Tre after tonight. He's going to fire me for coming out here,” Ghel replied, determination strengthening his resolve as they made their way towards the unknown danger that awaited them Yol shrugged nonchalantly, seemingly unperturbed by the revelation. “So what if I lose a mole in Tre's? I have others,” he stated confidently. Kelfin's eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, you've been a mole this whole time? How did I not know?” he asked, his tone a mix of disbelief and curiosity. Ghel nodded, a hint of remorse in their expression. “Yes, I've been working as a spy for Yol since the beginning. While I didn't transfer like you, I was recruited by the compacts as a young kid and underwent psionics testing. When they discovered I had the ability to read minds, Yol saw an opportunity and arranged for me to get a job at Tre's as part of his network.” Kelfin's mind raced as he tried to recall any signs or hints he might have missed. “I've been part of HR since before Bril's death. How did I not uncover this sooner?” he wondered aloud, a tinge of frustration in his voice. Yol chimed in, providing clarification. “You weren't aware because it happened while you were in the mental hospital. The timing was strategic, and we took advantage of the chaos and confusion surrounding your absence to execute the operation.” Kelfin fell silent for a moment, contemplating the situation. Something didn't feel right to him. He closed his eyes, attempting to calm his racing thoughts. Blocking out distractions, he focused on his surroundings. His trained senses detected no approaching footsteps, and all emotions seemed to be emanating from behind him. Realizing the weight of the revelation, Kelfin positioned himself protectively between his companions and any potential threats. But without his faithful companion by his side, he found it difficult to sort out the overwhelming flood of information and emotions crashing upon him. The absence of his trusted confidant was keenly felt, hindering his ability to make sense of the complicated situation. “Yol, I need you to focus. I need help,” Kelfin urgently told his brother, sensing the imminent danger. Yol nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. He closed his eyes, attempting to center himself and tap into his abilities. However, he found it difficult to concentrate without a proper focus point. “Got any candy?” he asked Ghel, who had been accompanying them. “I need something to anchor my focus.” Ghel shook his head, unable to provide Yol with the requested item. Kelfin, not willing to waste any more time, quickly pulled out a peppermint from his pocket and handed it to Yol. Unfazed by the unusual request, Yol raised an eyebrow but obediently popped the candy into his mouth. Closing his eyes once again, Yol felt a calmness wash over him as his emotions subdued. Sensing that he was now in a more centered state, he extended his hand to Kelfin, a silent confirmation of their deep bond. Yol had always been a reliable support for Kelfin, especially during challenging times, although Rist was undeniably a more skillful companion. “We need to go back,” Kelfin insisted, his voice filled with determination as he released Yol's hand and started briskly walking down the hall. Curious and concerned, Yol quickly followed suit, trying to keep up with his brother's urgency. Puzzled by the sudden change of direction, Yol asked, “Why? What's going on?” Kelfin shook his head, his mind clouded with worry. “Ask the mind reader. All I know is that something is off and they're not coming down the way we came.” Ghel spoke up before Yol could inquire further. “I can't get a clear read yet. The lightning storm is interfering with my abilities. Maybe once we get closer, I'll have a clearer picture,” he explained, his voice tinged with frustration. Suddenly, an alarming revelation sparked in his mind, compelling him to take immediate action. Without wasting another second, Ghel abruptly started running, swiftly surpassing both Kelfin and Yol. Baffled by Ghel's sudden burst of speed, Yol called out, “What is it?” “Something about a bomb and a vent,” Ghel yelled back, his voice filled with urgency. Kelfin's expression shifted from deep concern to a sudden realization. “There's an air vent nearby, but it's sealed and not big enough for someone to fit in,” he informed Yol, his mind racing to find a solution. Ghel, now slightly ahead, overheard their conversation and interjected, “Vents can be cut into. We can't underestimate the possibility.” As if in confirmation of Ghel's words, the threatening tremor of an explosion could be felt, causing the entire house to shake. The urgency of the situation intensified, leaving the trio with no option but to continue their relentless pursuit of the truth and the potential dangers that lay ahead When they reached the safe room, the door hung on its hinges. The room was in disarray. Everyone seemed okay, but a force field barred their entrance. The intruders had dropped a bomb down the vent but someone had connected Ghel's shield umbrella to the computer to expand it to protect them. The blast had damaged the ceiling and they could see those above. With the rain and the crowd, Kelfin had misjudged the number of people that had invaded He could see five of them. They had restrained Jalf, Oril, and Dath. Dath's eye was off. The intruders were trying to cut through the floor to get to them. Ghel swore and shot through the holes at them. The one he was aiming at pulled Dath in front of him. Dath collapsed when he was hit, crashing through the damaged floor as he did. The shield flickered when he hit it. It wasn't designed for this. The battery wouldn't last. “Rist, use the power source in Corish's gun,” Jalf called. “Shut up!” One of the men yelled and shot him. Jalf cried out in pain and convulsed. Hurmis started forward. Jalf glared at him, a warning. Hurmis relaxed. What was that about? Rist carefully examined the intricate details of Corish's gun, turning it over in her hands. Corish helped her find the battery. The two focused on hooking it up to reenforce the shield. “Ghel? What the hell?” the intruder exclaimed. “You're supposed to be helping us!” Ghel stood defiantly, refusing to back down. “I am not a murderer,” he insisted. “I told Tre I wouldn't be a part of this.” “Tre gave you an order,” the intruder retorted, trying to assert authority. “I am not a slave to be ordered around,” Ghel replied firmly. “Tre said you might say that. He told us what to do if you did,” another intruder chimed in and aimed their weapon at Ghel. Reacting quickly, Ghel ducked behind a shield, narrowly avoiding the shot. Meanwhile, Jalf, who had been listening to the conversation while nursing his injuries, decided it was time to intervene. “Finally. I've heard enough,” he declared, stepping forward with determination. “You're under arrest by order of the Corporate Senate.” One of the intruders scoffed and laughed. “You're in no position to arrest anyone,” he sneered, raising his gun and firing a shot directly at Jalf, who grimaced in pain from the impact. Hurmis braced himself as the chaos unfolded before his eyes. “Get down!” he cried out in a desperate plea. Kelfin instinctively ducked behind the shield just as the surge of electricity the intruders had been shooting into Jalf was suddenly released uncontrollably. The shield, overwhelmed by the immense power, gave way. Jalf collapsed to one knee. His previously immobilizing bonds were instantly neutralized by the powerful burst. The force of the sudden explosion left everyone on the upper floor and those who had not sought refuge behind the shield temporarily stunned. In the midst of the confusion, one of the attackers swiftly regained his composure and fearlessly leaped through the gaping hole in the wall. Determination fueled his every move as he closed in on Rist, who had been endeavoring to restart the shield. With a vice-like grip, the assailant ensnared Rist, simultaneously issuing a menacing command. “Drop the guns,” he ordered, his voice laced with malice. Kelfin's mind raced, realizing that if they were disarmed, they would be at the sole mercy of their captor. He understood the gravity of the situation and knew that their lives hung by a thread. With the guns now trained on him, the assailant hesitated, aware that any sudden move from their side could result in dire consequences. “I'll kill her,” the attacker threatened, brandishing Dath's gun. It was initially designed to be non-lethal, but there was a lingering possibility that, if set to full power, it could inflict grave harm upon a fragile heart. Desperately seeking a way to diffuse the escalating tension, Hurmis intervened, his voice quivering with a mix of courage and fear. “If you do harm her, we will have no reason left to spare your life,” he warned, mustering every ounce of menace he could muster. “Jalf possesses a power far surpassing that of a mere gun, and he will not hesitate to unleash it upon you.” The atmosphere grew electric, tensions heightened, and the stakes soared higher with each passing second. The fate of everyone present hung in the balance, a precarious equilibrium threatened to collapse at any moment. The man's words rang out a warning of his own. “If he does that, the inductance field will kill all of you,” he claimed. Kelfin's heart pounded in his chest as he processed the gravity of the situation. The shield that had once protected them was no longer present. If Rist was shot, the deadly energy would flow into her captor as well. In that moment, Rist caught Kelfin's eye and a silent understanding passed between them. Despite her own fear, she gave him a look of unwavering trust. Behind the man who held her captive, Dath stirred and looked up at Kelfin and nodded. With a deep breath, Kelfin steeled himself for what he had to do. Gritting his teeth against the overwhelming emotions flowing through him - fear, guilt, betrayal - he took aim and fired at Rist. Her terror bloomed like a dark flower, mirroring the realization of her captor's mistake as the energy surged through both the two of them. Betrayal radiated from the captor who had been told that Kelfin could not harm anyone. Shock and disbelief emanated from everyone else as they witnessed Kelfin shoot his own companion, that he could shoot her. He had shot his companion. As reality crashed down on him, Kelfin fell to his knees, overcome with uncontrollable shaking. The weight of his actions hit him like a ton of bricks and he fell ill, vomiting until darkness overtook him *** Kelfin slowly woke from his slumber on a plush couch in his large, ornate library. The faint scent of old books and polished wood filled his nostrils. Three people waited for him to wake, Satil, Zela, and someone he didn't recognize. As he sat up, his gaze immediately locked with Satil's concerned expression. “Rist?” Kelfin asked, his voice rough from the vomiting earlier. “She's fine,” Satil reassured him. “A doctor checked her out and she's resting in her room. But Jalf believes she may have psionic abilities.” He handed Kelfin some tea. Kelfin's brow furrowed in confusion. “Why does he think that?” He slipped the tea. “He thinks she may be a chameleon,” Zela chimed in. A chameleon? It was one of the rarest and most elusive psionic abilities, said to be almost mythical in nature. Those rumored to possess it could adapt to any situation or job with ease, without needing much training. It certainly explained how Rist excelled in her roles as companion, assistant, and even running Mor's business. “I'll talk to her about it,” Kelfin replied thoughtfully. “But those tests can be invasive and overwhelming. It should be her choice.” As he spoke, Kelfin couldn't shake the feeling that there was someone else in the room with them, despite only seeing Satil and Zela present. His senses were on high alert as he scanned the room once more, trying to pinpoint the unknown presence. “How is everyone else?” Kelfin asked, genuinely concerned about the well-being of their companions. “Good. Jalf got a few burns. It seems he absorbed more energy than he's used to. Hurmis has been scolding him. Apparently, Hurmis is the only one in the family that can't absorb energy. It's what caused the rift with his family,” Satil explained, giving Kelfin an update on their current situation. “What about Tre?” Who was there? Why were they hiding? Kelfin wondered, his curiosity growing. “Arrested, along with Kessa,” Satil disclosed, causing Kelfin's frown to deepen. “Kessa? I thought Shor was the one we shouldn't trust,” Kelfin expressed his confusion, recalling the previous warnings about Shor's untrustworthiness. “Kessa had been lying to him to make him seem untrustworthy. Kessa was the one to shoot Yol,” Zela clarified, making Kelfin do a double take. “Kessa did?” Kelfin exclaimed, surprised by this revelation. “Surprisingly,” Satil confirmed, understanding Kelfin's shock. “What are you looking for?” "Who else is here?" Kelfin asked. "Only Doctor Heth,” Satil assured him. “He's with Jalf.” "No, in this room.” Kelfin got up to look around. He realized he was moving away from the emotions. He spun around, looking at Zela. "You're pregnant?" Zela's eyes grew wide as shocked as him, "I'm what?"