"Me, a monster?" Rehtul weighed the thought in his head for a moment, not sure if he could even accept the idea.

"Yes... one consumed by their own rage and thirst for revenge will always become monstrous, given enough time. It's like a parasite, you know. It eats away at whatever could be considered good about a person until all that's left is just hate and rage," the being said. "You're going to end up like that."

"Sure, and I'll bet you the next thing you're going to try to tell me is that I should just forgive Ciato and live and let live? Nice try," Rehtul spat at the spirit as he started to stand. From the ceiling a gust of chilling air pushed down on the young mage, causing his legs to buckle beneath him.

"Sit down and listen, you prideful human!" the spirit yelled angrily. Rehtul looked it in the face, where the eyes should have been, and grimaced. He could feel himself being judged and found wanting, but something, perhaps his pride like the creature said, would not let him back down. He forced himself on his feet and looked the elemental in the face with, pupils slightly dilated and breath coming out in ragged gasps.

"I'm not human, and you'd do very well to remember that," he said. Magic coursed out from his body in visible rivulets as his steel blue eyes dilated further and he grasped his hands into fists.

If the creature had eyes, it surely would have rolled them at such an act of hubris as it said, "Fine, stand. Whatever you wish. This is your dream, after all. I'm just trapping you in it, Mystic."

The young Orlouge's ears perked up at the statement. If he focused, he could hear the stone around him creaking bit by bit as it settled into the earth beneath. Drips of water echoed through the darkness as the young man sat back down and attempted to think his way through the situation.

"I'm dreaming, but you said you've trapped me here?" he asked.

"Until you can either come to terms with the truth of your more bestial nature or overcome it and by extension break yourself free of the fate I've seen for you," the spirit responded solemnly.

Rehtul turned toward the wall behind him and said darkly, "I cannot forgive what he's done. I will not forgive what he's done."

"Oh, just listen to yourself. I can't, I won't. Did I say anything about forgiving him? Everything I see inside your head paints a clear enough picture that this Ciato fellow is a complete and total monster. I'd be a daft fool to attempt to make you forgive someone like that! No, what you need is a shift in perspective. You must still stop him, but not for revenge. You must stop him because it's the right thing to do."

A sigh escaped Rehtul's lips as he turned his head just enough to view the creature trapped in his head with him.

"The hell am I supposed to call you, anyway?"

"Spirit Guide, Mentor, Annoying Dream Ghost... but I suppose you mean a name? I don't really have one, but you can call me Glacies. It's an old word from a far away land that means 'ice,' and it shall suffice." The young Mystic could hear the stupid grin the spirit was making because of that rhyming pun.

"If I thought it would have any effect, you'd be eating a snowball right about now."

"I know."