His battered frame is expelled from the darkness and lands at her feet. Countless heavy chains drape across his shoulders and weigh his limbs down. He struggles to get to his feet, but the weight of these chains is unnatural. They stop him from standing up, leaving him with no choice but to stumble on his hands and knees.

He starts to crawl back from whence he came.

"Leave, dammit...! I can't let him endanger you too...!"

"Please...I'm begging you...you need to leave for both of our sakes..."

His voice is hoarse and pleading as another shadowy figure steps forward. This one has no definitive shape; it's a shade. A projection of something much more powerful than either of them. All that can be seen clearly are two sickly yellow eyes, intense and arrogant.

What do you do now, Princess? Surely you don't mean to fight. After all, you're not even truly aware of what I'm capable of, even when I'm being restrained.

As if on cue, he shows her a memory. The memory Darin had of the events on Eosoros, when Shiro got hurt for his sake. When Darin lost control and butchered countless warriors with nothing but his bare hands. Blood and viscera dripping from Darin's hands as he stands over the mounds of torn and mangled bodies.

"Stop it..." Darin whispers, lowering his weary head.