As he stared, unblinking, Blue's expression began to mold, to change. It had been an uncertain curiosity, but soon washed to fear, quiet outrage. His mouth grew tense, his brow beginning to pinch between his eyebrows.

"They want me to fight?"

They?

His thoughts, muted for so long with their safe distance, began to pervade the air, sharp in an angry air.

"Are they going to make me?"

Change me? Make me feel more people die? His eyes flashed, breaking the subtle shift in his expression, breaking it quickly into plain-as-day anger. "Is that the only reason I'm here?" To die?