Dark Methuseld didn't wait long to respond to what Donovan had said. It surprised him that he was worried for Methuseld - the REAL Methuseld - at all, especially since she had originally intended on either capturing him and Dean - or worse. As far as he knew, she was still the Vizier's puppet, and if push came to shove, he had a pretty good idea Methuseld would turn him AND Dean over to the Vizier for a simple pat on the back, if she had the chance. Maybe.<br/><br/>Dark Methuseld was an altogether different ball of yarn. She admitted she might not have been around all that long, and only with Methuseld for a single -day-, but she claimed that the -real- Methuseld had 'requested' this darker version to appear, as if summoning her out of thin air. In a way, it almost reminded him of himself and Dean - who was, figuratively speaking, a mirror-image of himself. Only, he and Dean could co-exist at the same time, and it didn't require 'possession'... or whatever the hell was going on with the woman riding near him.<br/><br/>But the dark one's explanation about Methuseld and not wanting to fight also made sense, as if Methuseld had wanted to -avoid- summoning this darker part of herself. That's why she hadn't been quick to crack some heads alongside him, when he had thought that perhaps she might enjoy such a thing. But apparently, at some point as they moved through the city - Methuseld hadn't been able to hold back and... well...<br/><br/>Dark Methuseld.<br/><br/>The dark one even reassured him that the 'real' Methuseld was fine, just 'cooling off' as she put it. Donovan was curious about that - how long would the real Methuseld need to 'cool off'? Hours? Days? Weeks? They weren't in any imminent danger now, yet there she was, dark and wicked and beautiful. And crass.<br/><br/>Now he was a 'suspicious dick', which caused him to cast a raised eyebrow her way. An awkward silence followed as Donovan's horse trudged forward, but his own gaze locked on the woman who, eventually apologized and explained that she could be too emotional sometimes.<br/><br/>Donovan shrugged. "Call me whatever you like, but being suspicious has saved my ass far more times than I can count. I hope you'll forgive the curiosity and suspicion, since it's not everyday someone I know is literally possessed. And we had just started to like Methuseld," he said with a slight shrug. The bright sun somehow made him feel more comfortable around her... but if 'dark Methuseld' was still around come nightfall... he had no idea what sort of wickedness she could get up to. And his concern for Dean was buried deeply, and now more than ever he wished he was here.<br/><br/>Behind Methuseld, Aza pulled her hood back a bit and squinted up at the sun. Donovan flicked his gaze toward her curiously. She asked a question, then, about Dean, and that didn't surprise him at all.<br/><br/>Donovan let out a breath. "I don't know, truly," he said. "Perhaps this evening. Perhaps tomorrow night. Perhaps... next week. This... isn't a -common- thing, by any stretch. Dean usually... well... he's usually the one doing the murdering... not the other way around," Donovan said, shrugging helplessly. Was it concern in Aza's voice, concern that she held for the dark man himself? Or was she simply curious? In front of him, the fox-creature stood with its tiny paws on both the saddle and the horse's neck, glancing about.<br/><br/>Aza followed that answer with another question - curious what the difference would be if Dean were missing a 'piece' of himself. Her big blue eyes betrayed her concern, now... and for a moment he briefly wondered just what all she and Dean -had- shared down in the hold of that cursed ship...<br/><br/>"I... am not sure. I would guess his recovery might... take longer?" he suggested. Afraid that he might see tears in those big blue eyes, Donovan continued immediately. "But I can tell you he's not gone forever. I know that much. I can still... feel him. He's still there... he's just...," Donovan paused, turning his eyes back toward Dark Methuseld.<br/><br/>"He's just... cooling off."<br/><br/>