[Anon is still watching out of the corner of his eye, slowly absorbing everything -- they talk about death a lot for people their age, but it's something that seems to follow Natsuno in many forms and now the both of them, slinking around the mansion like a wolf with too many teeth, faceless and voiceless and dogging the steps of every single thing that walks there.

Battling for survival is nowhere near anything new, but understanding someone else's for a reason other than using it against them? That's new, some part of him understands, though not in so many words.

So when Natsuno covers his eyes, Anon shifts just a little -- bumps his shoulder up against his, briefly. A shove, a prod, something like an instinctual response. His instincts are still very good, even smothered under a Witch's veil.]

I knew you had the potential to really fight. It's easy to see that in somebody, in the first minute, or the first second.

But... [he taps a finger at his temple] The psychological advantages are the most dangerous ones, because it bypasses your ability to even start to fight back. It changes you in ways that even our abilities can't. It's the kind we try to guard against the most.

[There's something a bit clumsy about it, the way he tries to relate it to what he knows. There's another little silence there, as though he might be aware of that, but--]

So, Tohru was the one who bit you?