Hawk normally dwarfed Numair, but he seemed even more massive and looming now, despite being bent nearly double. His arms hung, the unchanged one trembling as blood ran down it from the cut on his shoulder. The sky had gone nearly black, and against it the impressions of many heads looked more solid, all glaring sightlessly down at Numair. His face was contorted with a terrible fury, such that Numair actually took a step back through the thick, electric yellow grass.

He said, through clenched teeth, "Say something."

Numair seemed to find his voice all of the sudden, and what came out was, "...All right, it's true. I am the Cynn of Aetheri."

Lightning struck so close and so loudly behind him then that he felt all of his hair stand on end, but he could still hear Hawk over the noise:

"I can't FUCKING believe this."

Hawk turned, and so did all the heads, snapping silently about his face. He was silent for an awful moment, and then muttered, "I'm so goddamn stupid."

He pushed forward through the tall grass past Numair, who cried after him, "Eh?! No--Hawk...!"

Hawk ignored him. He had a strange ghostly tail now as well, which left a trail through the grass. Numair made to follow, though the thick grass was nearly up to his chest now.

"Hawk, please," he called desperately. "I am sorry. I-I didn't think you would be so angry."

Hawk jerked to a halt, every feather standing on end. He turned back towards Numair, no less furious. "What...?"