That, in itself, is a fight you are not prepared for.

The voice is chiding. Mocking. And the form approaches with a confident gait.

You seek to bind me? Child, you're not even familiar with yourself, what makes you think you can so surely contain me? Where does your faith come from? Him? He gestures at Darin as he tries to pull himself out of her arms, to steady himself.

He doesn't even trust you to trust in him. You're a nuisance to him. He's only protecting you because he owes it to his dear friend, the black paladin. He's protecting you because he doesn't think, for one second, that you're even remotely capable as a person. And if you don't believe me...?

He waves his hand, conjuring another memory. A memory of Darin writing in one of his journals. This entry happens to be on Allura.

'I've never met someone who could possibly be a bigger pain in my ass. She just imposes herself on me! All the time! She looks down on me, acts like I'm some sort of brute, when she doesn't know a damn thing about me! It's no wonder her only friends are those spying little mice! I swear, if it wasn't for Shiro, I'd tell her to her face just exactly how I can't stand her!'