Reizu smiled faintly. He could always count on Ptricia to be a moral supporter. "That sounds good with me. But you still accept me as an equal, not an outcast or troublemaker? You always were kind."<br/><br/>When she told him about the collar, he picked up a shard of glass. Reizu looked in it and gasped. His curse collar had spread so much that it actually appeared without use of magical equipment. "This is getting bad. Awful actually."