Sage grunted in response to her question. "But that's the whole point. I can't do anything about it, I can only do my best to fight it. Which is the same for you in this situation," he told her gently. "When you're not used to something, it's like you're young still. You get what I'm trying to tell you?" He looked over at her and smiled gently. "You can't stop a rebellion yourself, but you can help. You have people to look out for you, and you look out for them. That's the main thing you have to keep in mind. You're not in control, and you have to take that and make the best out of the situation. " He didn't want to push the girl, but she needed to be calmed so she could think this through.

The girl looked taken aback for a moment, biting her lip for a moment before sighing. So maybe she wasn't going to get out of taking about this just yet... great. "It... its not the same, Sage. You could have done nothing to stop your father when you were little, nothing at all. But I should have stepped in before the rows with the lower classes rose up. I should have said something, and I didn't. It's as simple as that." She murmured, feeling her voicd getting snappier as she went on. She didn't mean for it to come across so... angry, but she knew she got snappy when she was worried. She took a slight breath, pulling her hand away again and crossing her arms almost defensively. She really needed to calm down. Sage was trying help, and he didn't need her to speak to him like a mother scolding her child. She let get gaze drop to tge ground and her pace quicken for a bit as she chewed the inside of her cheek in a nervous manner.

Sage pursed his lips slightly. "But I could stop him now. And am I? No, I hide." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, hoping that pushing the girl wouldn't make her hate him. "Just as I could do nothing as a child, neither could you. If you didn't know what was going on, you couldn't do anything about it," he murmured, trying not to snap back at the girl. Gosh, he hated his temper sometimes. "Look, I know it's hard, and I know you're nervous. But what I'm trying to tell you is that this...whatever it is....can be stopped. Maybe not right this moment, but nerves mean you're not underestimating your opponent. You're willing to do what it takes to stop it." He rested his hand on her shoulder lightly, hesitantly. If she broke away from him again, he'd stop trying. He did understand, but if she completely shut him out he wasn't sure what he could do. He knew she wasn't trying to yell at him...but it hurt all the same. But he could deal with it if it meant helping her.

The girl felt her heart ache a little when he kept on trying to push her. And she could tell he was trying not to snap back at her, which just made her feel worse. She grumbled something unintelligible before looking back up at him. "Please stop," she murmured, her voice a whisper. She assumed he'd know what she meant. "I know you're trying to help, but Sage, I just want to think." That was all she could think of to say. She didn't want to get angry at him, or for him to get annoyed with her. She didn't know what he was trying to do by pushing her the way he was, but she was just getting stressed. She sighed slightly and stopped walking, gently holding his shirt to stop him as well. "Look, why don't you go find something to entertain yourself? I appreciate you trying to help, I do... but I need to go talk to someone who might, I don't know, understand it a little better. You know you can look after yourself but I can't do that, Sage, and I don't want to put something that might not even matter on you." She murmured, trying a little smile, a weak one, almost as an apology.

Sage dropped his gaze from hers and nodded slowly. He slowly slid his hand from her shoulder and started to walk away, then looked over his shoulder back at her, attempting a small smile back at her. "Just remember you have support," he murmured, before striding away. He kept up his normal cocky saunter until he turned the corner and then sighed, slumping slightly. Now they were both upset...why hadn't he let the topic go? Now she was upset, and he felt his heart ache....they hadn't had an argument like this before...she'd pretty much just blatantly told him she didn't want him around. He understood wanting to be alone, and he knew she was trying to be polite about it, trying not hurt him. But his heart still burned. He knew she didn't mean it, but that didn't matter. Find something to entertain himself? Anything he'd go do was something that would annoy all the royals in the castle. Everyone who belonged here. He sighed again and wandered outside, out to the garden and climbed up the wall out there, where the environment was slightly like the streets. He was more aware than ever how.. .odd....the castle felt to him. How it was all so... overwhelming. It wasn't always necessarily in a bad way, but he was well aware of the fact that he didn't fit in. He was still just the street rat....the boy Anya had dragged back to the castle because he apparently couldn't take care of himself. The kid who still really had no reason to keep fighting and yet he was. Why? Why was he forcing himself onwards? So he wouldn't upset Anya? Well, he'd just done that. And he'd done a pretty good job of it too. He curled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on his knees, closing his eyes and trying to imagine himself back in an environment he belonged in. At least out in the streets, people appreciated him. Anya and Luther did, at least he thought so, but to everyone else he was like a spot of dirt on a rug. At least at the tavern, people wanted him, even if it was for less....noble... purposes. He sighed again. What was he doing, staying here? Christmas was over, he should leave. He'd have to go eventually...maybe it was better to go sooner rather than later.

Anya bit her lip when he walked away, feeling her heart ache slightly. She knew she had asked him to go, but she wasn't sure what to do now he had actually left. She kind of just stood there for a while, staring in the direction he walked off in. She groaned slightly for herself before turning away, off to find Luther. She hadn't meant to upset Sage.... she never wanted to hurt him, not with her words. It wasn't like they had an argument or anything, but it still hurt. She had told him to leave, that she didn't want him there right then, but she didn't mean it... but it would still hurt, and she knew that. She'd have to go see him later. Make sure everything was alright so that he knew he was still wanted, needed with her. But for now, she'd go and find Luther... let him know about everything. He'd probably be in his room or raiding the kitchen before dinner.

(Lol it's all good)

Sage sat around for a while, thinking. He partly was tempted to just...walk out of the castle. Leave. But he wasn't going to do that, not to Anya. She'd think it was her fault, and it really wasn't...he just didn't fit in here. He was going to go crazy if he didn't get out, and do something. He almost wished this rebellion would happen already so he could fight someone and exhaust himself. His gaze wandered around the garden...all the sturdy trees and plants that were just sitting here, dead. Then he took out the knife Anya had given him....who said he couldn't fight anything? The trees were there....he could use those. He wasn't going to harm them, and the plants were all dead. He could slash them and get some energy out without destroying living plants. He slid off the wall and ran at the nearest tree he could find, spinning and twirling and hacking at the trees and plants as fast as he could.

(It might be cool to have luther find him and the two boys have kind of a heart to heart conversation, and have Anya find luther afterwards. lmk what you think)

(Yeah, I like that! It'd be sweet lol)

Anya wandered around for a little bit, her brain reeling with everything. How in the world could something go from being so... good, to so chaotic in just a couple of hours? It was strange. Granted, she definitely hadn't helped herself. Or anyone actually. She just needed to calm down, spill everything she was thinking, get some food and then get to bed, and chill out for a while. Maybe she'd go find in the evening so that they could cuddle up again, and actually talk about this in a more... civil manner. Though, by the looks of things, she wasn't going to find Luther for a while... oh well, it'd be nice to wander around nonetheless, tire herself out a little.

Luther wandered out of the kitchen with the biggest grin on his face. His eyes were bright, and his hands were filled with all sorts of snacks. They were meant to be eating in an hour or two, but a growing teen needed to eat when he was hungry, right? So when you have some of the best chefs in the kingdom at your beck and call, you might as well use them, and he was probably the only one around making the most of them. He had a thick coat on, so he was probably planning on eating outside... why? Well, why not? He must have missed Anya by a couple of seconds because he could hear her footsteps padding along the stone flooring. He was fine with that. She'd probably go momma bear on him and scold him for stocking up on the castle's food. Probably something like, 'We need to eat too, you know," or something like that. That was probably a part of the reason he was sneaking outside with all his food. He was outside soon enough, going towards some of the older gardens to hide away from the weather. Well, that was until he heard someone slashing about in the gardens. He looked curious for a moment before spotting Sage. He looked curious for a moment before wandering over and sitting on a bench nearby. "You know, violence is never the answer... especially if it's on a garden, Sage." He noted with a half snicker.

Sage's first reaction wasn't to turn around calmly and talk to whoever came up behind him....His whole life he'd never been safe enough to do that. So, as soon as the person spoke, he turned on his heel and threw the dagger, the blade embedding in the basket that was thankfully covering Luther's face. When he realized it was Luther, he let himself relax and huffed out a breath, walking over to the guy. "Don't walk up behind me like that unless you want your brain to be pinned to the bench,"he grumbled, though he wasn't really upset with Luther. He could have killed the guy....and he did feel a bit guilty about that. He yanked his dagger out of the basket and cocked his head at Luther. "What are you doing out here anyway?" People didn't really come to the graden, not in winter especially. So what in earth was he doing? With a bunch of food no less.

Luther was understandably a little shocked when a knife came flying at him, and even once it had stopped he moved kinda slow. Like he was dealing with an animal of sorts. He nodded slightly, keeping his eyes on the weapon for a few moments before letting out a slightly awkward chuckle. "I'll remember that." He noted, letting himself become a little more upbeat again. He was a little taken aback, mainly because he'd never seen someone act so fast. It made him wonder what exactly Sage had done out there. It seemed a little too... practiced. He patted the basket slightly before glancing to the seat next to him, indicating for the boy to come sit. "I came out here to eat - and to hide from Anya. She'd yell if she saw me with so much before dinner." he giggled slightly, almost as a young child would when disobeying a parent. He cocked his head slightly, his eyes slightly squinted. "What are you doing out here? Other than marking up trees, of course."