Those words might as well be slamming his own crescent moon scimitar into his chest or Ouyang's sword through him. Or both at the same time. Normally? He has better control over his dark energy, except for today. Today? That dark energy pulses out and wraps around him like a well-worn cloak. Protection. He should never need protection from Ouyang.

"We have been familiar with each other for some time now," He states, tri-colored eyes watching the other. "Even welcome each other's touch."