Whelp that didn’t earn another flash of fangs or the points of claws into his armor which was...unsettlingly nice. He doesn’t know exactly what is going on but maybe he had been right after all. Maybe an ahamkara could deal with more than what his fellow guardians spouted on about. They were sentient after all and there were some things shared amongst many different life.

“At least you know that.” Honestly he would’ve personally noped out after being so called out. “You’re welcome, I guess.”

He pauses for a moment before finally thumbing the seals around his helmet. A sharp hiss before he tugs it off and rests it in his lap. “What exactly do you want though?”