"Wyvern!" Spite corrected, though- "Would be protector, not guard. Likes them."

Sharing a brain space with Lucanis, Spite was very familiar with Lucanis' boyhood love of the creatures and how it had never left him. Another thing tucked away to the safety of his own mind where it could not be disapproved of.

'If I were in charge, you wouldn't have to do this anymore.'

Illario's voice, echoing. Funny how similar those words were to Davrin's own wonderings of what Lucanis would be if not this. There was, ironically, another that considered another life for Lucanis. It was why the betrayal hurt so much.

Zara's voice again, echoing, murmurings of experiments, taunts, 'envy is the hardest to cultivate, the circumstances must be perfect'.

But Lucanis was not envy. Moreover, there had been no outcome in which he ever would be -such a strange thing to keep in mind of her words. There was a reason why he was so sure she would be coming for Illario next.

Down, down, through crumbling hallways, phantom shouting, an unfamiliar woman - 'Lucanis, go with your cousin - hide! Don't come out!'

Illario's voice again, but so much younger, grief stricken but determined - 'I'll keep you safe.'

The man himself, well, Lucanis' version of him - standing before a massive doorway, arms crossed. The betrayer himself. And yet-

"Sharp jagged edges. Hurt with every breath. Grief and relief, hope and anger," Spite hissed softly, again falling behind Davrin like he had with Caterina. Unsure if danger. While the others had mostly only addressed Davrin, Illario looked right at Spite before addressing Davrin.

"He's a danger. To everyone. And you're protecting him?"