Thinking about it alone made him snap his pipe in two as his hand suddenly clenched to a fist. He cursed softly and pulled another from his pocket, lighting it and puffing from it to try and calm his nerves. "...Ariana Selubec...Practicing Dragoon at the time...She was a figure of perfection in my eyes. She was the only one who I couldn't bear to look away from. She used that to get close to me, learn my secrets...Take my blood...MY magic...MY FUCKING LANGUAGE!" he roared, the ground beneath the tremoring hard as if it were to split. But he managed to calm himself before he lost control.<br/><br/>"...A monster if you ever met one...She and her little society learned of my people, our myths and legends, and decided that they wanted humanity to rise above the dragons by becoming better than the dragons. They wipe us out because they think that our time has passed. Problem is they have no support. I wouldn't have escaped myself if it weren't for the help of a deserter of their ranks. I haven't seen him since...have to assume he is dead. But it is better than being strapped to a table for years, blood and flesh stripped away for mad experiments to turn a human into something worse than the Devil..." he grumbled.