our beast is unbreakable...he may have been lashed...by an unyeilding tongue...but it only makes him stronger...the castle may be made of sand...but our beast is made of steal...able to withstand all the tongue lashes...the most painful ones...from his own song's mouth...but just like the wind took away one elder...as quickly as he came he was gone...just like that the wind will bring the song back to the beast...he is controlling his anger...his most leathal weapon...just to be close to his song...and our song cannot for the life of her see him degraded...because dispite all her fury...she still sees him as the king in her castle...and with his eyes he told her twice..."i know you hate to see me this way"...