I only asked that he not interfere. You have to understand that there are some things that are out of any individual's control. How would I know that you would be ambushed?

[He insists, curling a little tighter and silently wary of those horns.

Though the scenery is far different, it's all too reminiscent of accusations levelled against him, not so long before he came here. Though it didn't start in such a genuine manner, the idea of having a second chance at life had become quite appealing; why did other have to dog his steps, causing the whole train of events that led to this happening again?]