Soren nods, focused more on the tail end of his response. "I have resorted to them in the past, but they are what they are: only temporary. A real, more permanent Bond is much better to have." Dark thoughts cloud over his mind, casting shadows across his face as he keeps his eye contact reserved for his clawed and scaled hand resting on the table. He curls his fingers. "...For something like me, especially. I don't... want to find out what I'm capable of when I reach the full extent of my transformation on a full moon cycle. I've already experienced it in doses." His voice softens even more. "Left unchecked, I might become a tremendous threat to Aefenglom. I need to count upon Witches capable of calming me down. Or powerful enough to restrain me."

The deep-seated fear rises to touch the quality of his bated voice. He has a terrible feeling about what sort of Dragon he's shaping into. Whatever comes, Soren knows one thing: he is going to need help. He can't keep trying to do everything by himself.

"I don't want become a savage beast lost to madness."