Guilt burned and coursed up Panzram's throat as he tried to desperately cover up the screaming voices within his head by tossing up wall after wall in the unfamiliar invaders way. The feeling of determination and will wasn't at all foreign to him, it was just the way that it raged with such vigor and passion that it was beginning to shoot out ripples of fear right down his narrow little spine. Where once he would have turned into the rallying forces in the barracks of his mind, he now turned away. Yes, it was true his back bone once was larger, but that was in a different time when he was a different person. 

No longer a soldier but a war veteran, he was of the peaceful sorts and intended to keep it that way. 

 Apollo, he was just as peaceful, but was he going through the same inner conflict as him... Panzram doubt it, he didn't look at all banged up or bruised mentally nor physically. Which he was extremely glad for, but sooner or later he would need someone to confide in with these problems. It was certainly possible that the black and white overo could help out, he surely proved himself friendly enough on the way up here, and as of right now Panzram was counting on him to help out on the develop on their relationship.  Only time would be able to tell him if his feelings of friendship were shared, hopefully he wouldn't have to wait to long for a sign. 

Ears pulling back flatly against his dark violet mane, Panzram huffed out a sigh of frustration and ended up with his cranium resting lazily against it's anchor with his neck extending straightly from between his shoulder blades. Everything was just so complicated now, it was much easier with someone else telling you what to do and who to be. Honestly though, he'd take this troubling life over being ruled by another for your every step and decision any day. 

Defeat for all those worrisome things that constantly flouted about in his head was just beginning to set in when a something every so soft and light brushed gently and helpfully against his neck. It was Apollo, his touch revealing more to Panzram that was probably meant. It offered much needed confidence with the ever slight will to continue on into terrifying future. With the drifting of the Unicorns' nearby presence, the dark featured stallion (which was contrasted by golden hues) began tightening up. After pulling his head from its slump up into a more natural position, he trained his sight on his companion and gave an appreciative smile. With the relaxing of his facials and dousing of his nerves, Apollo's words began to drift into Panzram's lifting ears. 

Even though his answer wasn't exact it held promise, and that was the kind of answer that Panzram would shamelessly accept. There would be a lot of trials to overcome in the process of becoming someone of the medical position, thankfully though, Apollo lightened the load of that over bearing thought with a chuckle. Even if he did not pass all of his tests, at least the Earth Medic would pass down a few of the basic skills while taking him under his 'horn'. The dark stallion pulled his lips back at the joke and shared a laugh with Apollo, thankful for the choice he had made and thankful for the sign he'd been given with the question that had been saved for last. "Oh, of course that's alright, I'd love to help!" With the extra stretching of his maw from the hearty laughing molding back into an original smile, Panzram found his friends hazel eyes and for a moment the two shared a moment of equality in their sight. 

"Would you mind telling me more about the Gods?" He went on to ask after allowing a set amount of time to pass before moving on to another subject with the painted man, he didn't want to bother him by prodding for more details on his life's work. In Panzram's mind that would have been disrespectful after all the things that Apollo has already done for him, and in only so little of time too. So instead, he let his round, golden eyes do the talking for him. Thank you, I really appreciate this.