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Aeth slows as he comes closer to where Trent argues with himself, flinching at the sound of a gun firing bullets. It was loud, and his ears were sensitive. He shakes his head to stop himself from being too distracted by the ringing and goes closer. When he sees Trent bring the loud-metal-thing to his head, his eyes widen and he runs over, getting there too late. But, not? Trent still stands there, crying now, and Aeth hugs him. He remembered that hugs were for affection, but for some reason, it seemed right. "Do not use loud-metal on Trent!" He says, looking distressed. "Pain is bad!"

Aeth jumps back with a hiss at this sudden push before resettling. He calms down the moment Trent apologizes and smiles. "It's okay!" He says, slowly approaching him again. "Brother-Zaji knows I am here. He says you syill wish to be my friend. He does not seem happy. He is... sad?" Aeth tilts his head and looks at Trent's back, worried. "Is Trent okay?" He stays a small distance away as he wonders when Zaji will arrive

Aeth blinks. "Then do not, make yourself hurt." He says is as if such a task were simple. "And Brother-Zaji is hurt that you do not treat him as an equal?" He pauses. "Is equal or equals?" He asks himself, frowning for a moment. "What is a crap?" He asks Trent. He was new to the human world, and a lot of their language escaped him. As did their culture.

Aeth blinks at the sudden flood of words. "Identity is hard to remake, and Brother-Zaji has been Pharaoh-Zaji for a long time. Brother-Zaji cannot help how other-people have made him become what Brother-Zaji is now." He tilts his head. "Does Trent understand this?" He asks. "And Ae- I do not remember Brother-Zaji calling Trent good or bad. He says dark." A confused look crosses his face when Trent accuses him of getting mad. "I am mad when you speak?" He wonders about it. "I am not always angry."

Aeth looks a bit disgusted at the definition of crap. "Humans think of too many words for simple things. I care if people get hurt. Pain is bad. You wished to hurt yourself. And I will not say it to Brother-Zaji, because he might get mad." He smiles a little, though not a lot.

Aeth nods, understanding what he meant, though a little confused on the wording. He really would have to go back and look over this language, wouldn't he? "Brother-Zaji needs something to help him understand. Brother-Zaji does not mean Trent is not one being." He says, trying to understand what he thought to be the reason why Brother-Zaji did such things. Again, he wonders why he is taking so long to get here. Was he not coming?

His eyes widen as he hears Trent accuse him of being mad. Granted, most, or rather, all of the accounts were true, but still. He thought Trent didn't understand. "Because Aeth felt Trent was saying he doesn't exist!" He protests. "I am a dragon. If dragons are not real, then Aeth would be imaginary. And I was still mad about being called imaginary when I said that. I didnt mean it!" He looks ready to cry as he protests. And he hated it, because he was a proud creature. Crying in front of others, even trying to convince them of anything about him, was not his sort of thing.

And then Trent says he does not understand affection. That does it. He actually cries, though silently. The tears simply can't be held back, and he cries. "Trent cannot understand me." He says quietly, almost giving up. But when he sees him walking away, he tries to wipe away his tears, though fresh ones replace what he had managed to clear away, and follows, stumbling a little because his vision was blurred. Trying to catch up. He finally manages to do it, and grabs Trent's arm, using it as a line to both stop the other boy and to hold on tighter, hiding his tears that wouldn't stop flowing behind his back, trying to not get Trent's shirt wet.

Aeth hugs him back, though he is careful to not make any noise that would indicate he was crying. It might already be too late to hide it from Trent, but if anyone else came along, then, well... He tries to stop his tears as he listens to Trent's voice. Finally, they stop flowing, and he follows Trent along, head bent down a little as he tries to recompose himself. He was not going to let himself walk around looking as if he cried- never mind that he had.

"B-brother-Zaji cannot help it." He says quietly. "Brother-Zaji doesn't hate you. He does not understand you. There is a difference, isn't there?" He dries the remainder of his tears and smiles, putting on a front. "Brother-Zaji does not wish to not be friends. He does not want to be treated as higher when he treats you as the same rank."

He continues following Trent as he walks deeper into the forest. He grabs onto his shirt before letting go quickly. He, as a dragon, and more specifically, as a white dragon, should not show signs of weakness. It was bad enough that he had cried earlier in front of people. His Father-Who-Is-Not would have disapproved greatly.

"Sure when you put it that way, I suppose there is a difference. Sometimes though they can happen at the same time. A lot of people who hate somebody just don't understand them, so it's hard to tell which is which. I'm used to it though, so don't worry about it. People have treated me like s**t for years cause they don't understand." He said. The scenery was at least a little peaceful.

He noticed the kid grabbed his shirt, and he glanced at him from the side. Aeth let go though just as quickly as he had grabbed him. "You shouldn't be afraid of me, you know. Just cause I'm the more rude side, doesn't mean I'm going to hurt you." Trent said with a 'hmmph' as he put his arm around the kid's shoulder and forced him a bit closer as they walked.
"If he doesn't want me treating him the way he dislikes, then he should do that same for me out of respect. Next time I won't joke around and let the pathetic voice do the talking. He said referring to his other side. "I've never met anyone who was royalty or any of that junk, heck I don't have any friends so I don't know how to treat people equal when they bring up such history ok."



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Trent stopped when he heard a voice suddenly. He quickly took his arm off of Aeth and held them up to show he did no harm to the kid. "Great, Mr. Sandman is here." He said hastily and turned his head in a bitter pout. He just gritted his teeth as he listened to the Pharaoh's explanation. "Yeah well to me it's different and if you know it now then you should respect it! I am not DARK at all. Sure I'm not a pathetic whiny a** like the other mind, but it doesn't mean I am dark or evil or bad.I have the same exact emotions and feelings no matter which personality is speaking. Sick of everyone treating me differently. Treat me the freaking same way my other voice is treated and stop with the labels! I am Trent, just TRENT no matter what." He yelled getting worked up again.

He stopped briefly as there was something wrong by the way Zaji spoke. He sighed and held his head. "Look, I'd prefer if you talked to me in person. I didn't mean to hurt you and Aeth ok." Trent said looking to the ground sadly.