[u]Smiling in return, Lothran raised his own hand and held it out, shaking Irina's with a firm grip seemingly impossible for one of such frail body structure. As the other half of his mask falls off, a single tear falls from his left eye as if it knows what's going on. Unbeknownst to the amnesiac, part of him was still alive... Trapped may it be, it could still see the events unfolding. A confused look crossing his face, he lets go of her hand to wipe the tears away.[/u] "[i]What is this strange feeling I have? My eye cries, and yet there is nothing to be sad about. I have met a new friend, and yet... I feel empty.[/i]" [u]Pondering the feeling, a personality clashes against restraints in his mind, struggling... Tearing at the bonds that chain it down. Tears run down it's face as it watches the allegiance and honor it had teared down around it.[/u]