Nox closed his eyes calmly, focusing in on this pure infant. He didn't wish to do this and had no guarantee that it would work, but he had to try something. After a few seconds, a struggling snoring could be heard coming from the child, having been induced to sleep. The aura then became powerful as the child's face seemed tormented, soft cries of fear uttering from its throat. However, despite what Umbreon was doing to this child, it began to cry weaker and weaker, until nothing but a stone face remained. However, Nox's face remained the same, and the child's changed to a light smile before it had passed, its final breath passing from its chest.
With this, Nox handed the infant Snivy to Noel, his face remaining expressionless as he turned away and sat on the edge of the bed. "I...gave him a nightmare. One where he was drowning, so his body would attempt to protect him in the end and regulate his breathing as the nightmare gave him his last breath...but he just wasn't strong enough." Turning his head to look at her, Noel would see streams of tears running down the cheeks of his emotionless face, his eyes filled with so much pain and deep sorrow that anyone looking into them without knowing the context would want to cry with how powerful the emotion seemed. "I tried my best...but I suppose...
I am not strong enough...strong enough to protect you...your child...anything that has ever meant anything to me."
Closing his eyes, more tears spilled over his eyelids, adding to the wet droplets already on the bedspread. "At least he had something nice to see before he passed, though. I made sure that his last moment would be a peaceful one. But...it's...it's all my fault. It
must be."
The Bitter Taste of Truth
