Nyx finished his wine, putting the glass down and then slumping a bit in his seat. His hair looked a bit wild, and Nyx himself was looking slightly gaunt. His eyes carried a darkness in them that wasn't always there, like something was haunting him, keeping him up a bit too late at night. He was restless, uneasy... Like a trapped animal, except there was no cage to be seen.

"I am free," he insisted, though he wasn't sure he believed it.