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Izana nods. "I understand, but you'll have to trust in the others. after all, We can't have you falling victim to a...." He freezes solid for a moment, looking outside and letting out a sinister growl, but one Vincent would be able to tell isn't directed at him. "This is bad...You were followed....One of the few evil dragons I know, Partially responsible for the deaths of my family....If I have the right feeling...She will want to manipulate you, and, Perhaps, Make you her partner, warping your mind for it....I'm out of ideas....I'll fight her for you of course, but if I fail you could still be partnered with her..." He doesn't even mention himself, because he feels Vincent needs to both come to that conclusion on his own, should he desire to stick with Izana, and a desire not to force his hand, as making a pact would not only be permanent, but power-granting. "...Shit, What do we do?" Izana curls lightly tighter around Vincent, but not tight enough to where he couldn't get out if he were to wish it. "She's close...." He whispers, trying to mask Vincents scent with his own.