Saffire raised his head out of his hands to glower at his partner. He shot back telepathically to him. Adding a touch of his own anger int he words.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #8080FF">"You try being mentally linked to someone and having their whole memory infused into your skull in barely six seconds and tell me it would hurt like fucking hellsocks,"</span></span>when he sent the words he allowed a trickle of his power to infuse them so that they would act more like a small minor attack, like a tiny wound. Than anything else. Saffire went back to closing his eyes and holding his aching skull struggling with the pain and backlash of his psyche as he attempted to sort through another life added to his own. It left him dizzy and in agony. Something no one would really understand. It is not easy to read a person as one would think. No one is black and white, cut and dry, simple. They live complex lives he takes into himself. Her whole life, became a part of his own in such a short time it is like cramming your head full of knowledge without stopping to sleep. He wasn't about to waste more time explaining why he was in pain. It wouldn't be worth it.<br/><br/>He kept his eyes closed so that the eery purple glow wouldn't be evident and simply listened to the exchange as his mind swam. Saffire didn't care if the woman lived or died, but he did care if he lived or died. He opened his eyes. Knowing security would be coming towards them soon. He lifted one hand and allowed his mind to reach out around them. Blanketing the area with a simple psyche attack that would leave the guards unconscious for a short while. Really anyone within earshot would be down. It wasn't foolproof but it would cut down the number of beings who could come and attack them. As the wave of energy left him a deep purple glow began to emanate from his skin causing the appearance of Saffire's form to waver. No doubt it would terrify the woman.<br/><br/>He slumped in on himself again once the act was done and his features blurred slightly. He appeared to be a cross between a deamon and a man in that instance. Half mortal being, half immortal. Something odd as shimmering horns appeared to come out of his head and large wings appeared to form out of his back sweeping the ground beneath him. The air around him thickening with a purple mist that swirled around the man. This image lasted only a moment, but enough time for both Ruby and Dante to see him in one of his true forms. Before Saffire's eyes closed and his body slumped to the ground sliding from the rock on which he sat into a boneless heap at it's base. He was only semi-conscious.