Daichi rubbed his forehead again wishing that Azur would either speak or go away. He was so tired of these headaches that it was beyond annoying. He regarded Hikari when she inquired about it and nodded. It was getting worse, but nothing he hadn't handled before. He found himself wondering why sometimes Azur chose simply to cause him pain and others he made his voice known. He realized two things very quickly, one every time Azur had done this is was when Hikari was around, it was almost as if he was responding to something that was around them. A thread, but as if he wasn't convinced it was a threat after all and wanted to analyze the situation but found himself unable too. Azur only had what Daichi's perceptions allowed him to have as far as physical stimuli. He had known for quite some time that this limited the demons abilities to interpret situations. The second thing he noticed was that whenever Hikari was around the demon seemed to be more quietly present. More protective, forcing Daichi to be on higher alert for threats. It was almost as if the demon wanted to protect Hikari as much as Daichi did.<br/><br/>Was the demon truly able to feel for another being that wasn't his host? It was something that Daichi had wondered, he'd wondered why he'd been chosen, but also why the demon hadn't used him to protect his family. Of course Daichi had no way of knowing what really had happened that night. What if Azur actually had tried and failed to protect them. He was so sure of anything and for once Daichi shoved those thoughts away instead of analyzing them.<br/><br/>Daichi smiled and laughed at her teasing banter and at the images they induced. Like a big brother he judged all man who would even consider dating her. He didn't fail to notice the look on her face at the lack of relationships. He wished he could help her, but he knew they were too different. Unlike her he simply didn't care. He didn't want any relationship with anyone and made a point of never being around single woman.<br/><br/>He gave her another small laugh. "You know I don't sleep much, anywhere," he said softly. It had always been a source of teasing between them. Even some friction. He didn't feel comfortable with sleep anymore. Sleep opened up a whole new level of darkness inside him. Every time he slept he saw the face of his parents and baby sister. Face with names, but no history. Teasing him. Demanding that he remember, but failed to.<br/><br/>"Tell me do you really think we will be allowed to seek him?" he asked. It was the first time he'd ever expressed doubt. Ever felt like maybe. Just maybe they would be allowed to go. He had found himself wondering this for a few days now. Ever since they had started this last mission. He had finally voiced it, but only to her. He trusted her like he trusted no other.