He sighed and looked at Syra as she left steaming off. "Be'el in laun" he said, the gaze in her eyes unchanging, but her body dropping to the pavement. "I thought you wanted to cuff off...or would you like it if someone could make you defenseless with three words?" He said before walking over to her and taking the cuff off. "If this life is what you want, then so be it, but if you ever change your mind...forget it, you already hate my guts" he got on his motorcycle and drove off, knowing he can't do anything for her...and she was right, He had someone else....
He looked as she still layed there, his eyes now burning with agonized hatred at what he just forced himself to do. "Ker'in tso kumal....Kint" he said before driving off to the beach.
(What the last statement is loosley translated as: "Get up and Go away....trash")