Since returning home, he found himself simply sliding back into his old routine of sorting mushrooms and practicing playing with his little microbes There was nothing for him to perfect anymore, the virus he had concocted was working perfectly, he couldn't have asked for better results. IN his boredom, he had been mucking around with his recent acquisition of magic that let him manipulate the earth beneath their feet to be formed into glass shards. Focusing hard, he had been trying to create some form of glass mask, much like what Booker wore for his eyesight but something that could cover his scars.

It appeared fruitless though, as glass was see through anyway so it wasn't like he'd get any privacy from creating it. Scuffing at the clumps of crystal he had made, he turned and swept into the back of the cavern where his precious beast of Booker lay sleeping. Baratheon had protested vehemently to letting Louie take him into his small hovel but he had relented after much assurance from the numbat and the promise that if he wasn't allowed to do that then his friend would perish from the disease. Making sure not to disturb Baratheon, he tiptoed back home. It was warmer out of the cold winds and harshness of Monoceros and he had already lined his den with specific mosses that served to preserve his body heat and the fuzzy munchkin's.

One eye cast down at the numbat and he found himself not only grinding his lips but biting them. This pawn in his game of chess had been causing him trouble, emotional trouble more than anything but he hadn't been counting on the fact that this game would become so real so quickly. Torturing and bringing harm to others was what he lived for wasn't it? It wasn't like he had actually killed anyone... Right?. No. Booker wasn't to die or that would ruin everything anyway, and Louie couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. There were other things, but he had never been this close or intimate to another before and he brushed his nose over the bottle brush tail. Sure there was Magdalena but she had Nemesis as her den mate and he merely acted as a mentor. All his life, what little of it he had actually lived had been focused on himself. He was a one man act and there was nothing more to it. Born alone and die alone was something he took deeply to heart. They were rock people, they didn't have feelings, they didn't even exist as anything more than an embodiment of what was stuck on them, protruding for most but internal for some. Could be used as a perfect analogy for ones personality.

Paw running over the peridot on his throat, he wondered if Booker had yet had a chance to perceive the world as it were. Obviously, he was young, and he knew how a gemlings ignorance to the world was often their eventual downfall. Not having the sense of danger and understanding meant they made stupid mistakes. But his paw drifted up to where his eye had previously been before it had boiled out of its socket and he cut off his train of thought. Lowering it to the ground, he looked away from the slowly breathing man into the back of the cave where dust was gathering on his things. Was this all there was to life or would they eventually come upon this realization they were more than just the rocks on their body. Was his personality set to only be one of bitterness and hate as had been almost predetermined from his birth? Since that fateful day within Polaris would he always harbour distrust for others and praise the strong and gifted over the weak?

Being philosophical often drove him to thoughts of inadequacy. That even if he did become supreme ruler of Origin cave would it really be worth anything? How would being able to command and dictate the actions of others make his own self esteem and self worth flourish. Sighing once again, though this time in pain, confusion and only dark thoughts, he gently nuzzled the numbat awake, his scowl once again setting in place as his character began to show through all his deep internal feelings, "Get up." Wanting to make sure he was even still alive, he cast out his White Sense, it relayed back the feeling of the many bacteria particles that made up a living creature, the warmth of his body letting them grow and flourish and he determined that yes, his prisoner was still alive. Another sigh of relief.