Voltrick wanted to believe Aidan, every word. He knew the cat was right, but he couldn't drive himself to bring it into himself to truly believe it. It may come with time, for now... he couldn't grasp the idea... What he was and what he's supposed to do.

He did respect everything Aidan said... even saying he'd pay Scarlatto back for everything. He cared so much for Voltrick, yet Voltrick continually denies deserving it.

The growing self frustration within Voltrick was overwhelming. Being stuck in a room bedridden did help. He had to get of there, he had to move around. It didn't matter if he was hurting, he at least had to get out of the room.

The tiger's features scrunched somewhat as he shifted himself to the edge of the bed. "I'm done with this room." he said, hesitantly looking up to Aidan; hoping Aidan wouldn't take it as a way for Voltrick to escape the subject. In a way, he was. But maybe some time in a different atmosphere will help clear his mind. "I want to see what's so great about this place."

Any anger on Aidan's face disappeared when he saw Voltrick moving to get off the bed. He took a wary step towards him in worry, secretly wondering to himself whether he had gone to far to yell at Voltrick like that.

But hearing what Voltrick had to say about his actions, Aidan was a little relieved. Just having him want to look around the mansion was just as well as hearing that Voltrick had agreed on staying.

At least that was what he was hoping for.

Aidan came next to Voltrick, placing a hand on his shoulder lightly. He didn't say anything, but it wasn't the touch to keep the tiger down. Instead something that could steady him.