[ Now that's strange. There's a feeling coming over him that he's nearly unfamiliar with, something unpleasantly cold running through his spine alongside a noticeable tightness in his chest. It's like fear, anger, and desperate hunger combined together into something wholly unpleasant.

Something he felt a few times whenever he saw Lucy and Elan by chance around the base or on mission. ]

I... [ A beat, more scratching at that spot he favors. ] The animosity between myself was an independent thing, yet... Bah!

[ A frustrated huff of smoke from his nostrils as he pushes himself up from his loafing. Shifting to a far more human like sitting position, his legs dangling over the edge of the ruins they're sheltered in, his tail twitching at his side. ]

Even as I made attempt to lessen such feeling, as you had requested, it... would not dissipate. One would have thought it would lessen after Brașov, when he proved himself an individual of some worth.

[ Another huff of smoke and twitch of his tail. Clearly it didn't help. ]

There are those whom are fully incompatible in personality, one supposes. Myself and Ratio serve as another example of this, yes?

[ That is entirely different and they both know it. Still, they can pretend can't they? ]