Voltrick arched a brow and turned his head slightly to look toward Aidan. "Yes..." Seeing Aidan was looking back at him, Voltrick returned his gaze forward and toward the ground again. "And now Fyren wont give me rest until I end up the same way."

Voltrick's scowl returned as his neck stiffened. "Or until Fyren's death comes first." His voice was lowered and rumbled.

Aidan frowned, looking away from Voltrick, rubbing his arms uneasily. He thought about all this, especially the relationship Fyren and Voltrick shared. Silent for a while, Aidan's ears motioned back as he parted his lips to speak again.

"After hearing that...It's as if you two are similar in a way." Aidan lifted his head a bit, turning his green eyes to Voltrick. "How you spoke about Valerik so casually...along with your sister...it seems both of you lost someone special..."

The observation was meant to be an innocent one yet straightforward. Even with everything both Voltrick and Fyren had done to him, he couldn't help but feel sad for them both.

Voltrick's head jerked towards Aidan when he mentioned the similarity between them. He would have gave an angered response, but Aidan continued his reasoning.

"We are nothing alike." He responded a bit more calmly than he originally planned. "You don't know what they did." Voltrick said as he looked away. "I was just a child..." Voltrick firmly closed his eyes and lowered his brow. "And so was she... They had no right... He has no right. I didn't know what was happening when I attacked Damon. Everything happened so fast.. I couldn't control myself... But he.. them.. Had the full intention of what they did." Voltrick's voice became angered, but his eyes remained tightly closed.

Voltrick hadn't felt this way in such a long time. He was forced to only feel anger, to barely think about an order or command. It was as if he barely recognized this feeling that was rushing through him from the memories he pushed back for so long. ...Sorrow.

Aidan was quiet as he thought again, lifting his knees up and hugging them to his chest. "Vincent was right." He said, "You shouldn't have followed him."

He pressed his head against his knees as support, turned away from Voltrick. "Revenge...or vengeance for that matter...are both terrible things." he finished weakly.

Aidan remembered he had to say that to Antonis a long time ago...back when he first turned his back on the Ministry from what happened to him. He remembered the rage that engulfed the General so much...Aidan was as scared of Antonis as he was of Voltrick then.

He hoped somehow Voltrick would realize it.

Voltrick's eyes opened; heavy and red. A hand quickly raised with the sound of the chain dinging to wipe away and hide any evidence of his emotions getting so carried away. He refused to appear any lower than he was already.

A glance was made to Aidan after he spoke; eyebrows temporarily raised as he thought about what he said. A brief moment was given before Voltrick's chains rattled again as he moved himself to sit in the corner of the main wall and the cell next to him. It was his usual spot to sleep since he had been down here so many times. It was coincedence that the cell next to him was Aidan's.

"Rest, Aidan..." He paused as he stared forward toward the opposite corner of his cell. His eyebrows lowered again as he thought of Fyren and how things will end up if he takes advantage of Murdoc's methods. Mainly that of torture. "You'll need it."

Aidan's eyelids lowered halfway, complying with what Voltrick said to rest, taking it as a notion for silence. He remained in the position of hugging his knees staring forward. He doubted he would get any rest tonight. Later a chill passed in his body, emitting a tired sigh as his illness caught up with him.

'It's cold...' he thought to himself after a while and barely gave thought to anything else for the night.