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This change in him was quite peculiar. He believed he would not care about anything, freed from all his royal restrains. His shiny golden shackles would finally break and his chest wouldn't feel as heavy. Losing the light of your soul was supposed to be like that, it had to be so why was Allias so…concerned? 

He had been sitting for two hours at the throne room, lazily laid on the throne, even wearing his crown, of course not appropriately since it kept falling off his head. He sighed and sighed again, scolding himself for having these thoughts. 

"You're supposed to be free, don't be concerned about him, idiot" he whispered to himself and slapped slightly his cheek. This was ludicrous. He couldn't just go off killing people and then wonder why Theseus wasn't pampering him and loving him. He at least had that much logic remaining in him.