Darakus was disappointed when Drake explained that he could not, or rather did not want to help, although he had no idea why Drake was so stubborn toward the idea of helping a demon.<span style="font-style: italic">-I'll ask him later when I know a little more about the individuals I'm traveling with.-</span>he thought.<br/><br/>As they walked, he began to wonder what it was that was making them a target, and who was targeting them for that matter. Knowing nothing of the war, he couldn't make heads or tails of it, but for some reason, his hair stood on end every time he got close to Skippy. Letting it go for the moment, he turned his attention toward Black, but before speaking up, he made sure the human was not paying attention. "I'll keep your secret as long as you like, but first tell me who put that-" he gestured toward the symbol on Black's hand, "on your hand. After all, I want to avoid confrontation with them."