The teen smiled hopefully at Path from the outside, but was met only with disappointment as the door slammed shut. His violet eyes flickered to the ground as he fell to his hands and knees, a blank expression on his face. Forcing a cheery tone, Edge attempted to talk to Path through the door. "You don't want me inside with you? Oh... Okay..." The human said as happily as he could. 'He doesn't trust you. He's hiding something!' A voice shouted at him from inside his mind. "I'm here for you, Path. I'll always be here for you..." As Edge rose to his feet, the voice continued to chorus... 'Kill him.' As He crawled back under the covers, he couldn't help but think how cold and empty it felt. But Edge had spent countless nights alone in his own bed, after a long day of work. Not to mention, in his past lives... 

Every day. Edge would knock on the door, to no avail. He would always wonder if he would just wake up one day and find that this was all a dream, but of course it would never happen. Though being isolated from Path hurt, Edge found a bigger problem- the voices kept Speaking to him! 
"Kill him."
"Crush the eggs."
"Be the one to slice off his head!"
"Kill him before he kills you!" 
"He doesn't love you, you know. You tricked him." 

After a while, these voices wore him down, and edge began to lose himself. All he wanted was to cuddle with Path. Or maybe just forget. It was easier to forget. Edge's hair was out of order, and his eyes had a crazed, bloodshot look. He couldn't help but wonder if their kids would have violet eyes. Having that would be awful. Passing his curse down to his offspring... Sometimes, Edge would lose it and bang on the door, begging to at least see his mate. But this had no result. Sometimes he would ask, inquire, interrogate. But he would never get more than a grunt or snort in response. Edge didn't understand why this was happening to them, why Path couldn't trust him. Was it possible he knew? That he had enslaved him and... and... No! It wasn't possible. Was it?

Edge's scales stopped coming out. Unfortunately, his voices only got louder, until Edge began to recognize them for what they truly were- his thoughts. This was why Path couldn't -didn't- trust him. After a week, Edge reverted back to his seemingly normal self. He read at the library, took naps, did some research, and left plates of food outside the dragon's room. 
After two weeks, Edge had enough. The mental stress was... too much. To fight for someone you couldn't even interact with was infuriating. Eventually, Edge gave into his darker nature. He began to sleep more, drinking in exactly what he could do as a hydra, even in this reduced state.

Edge walked to the outside of the dragon's room. He still loved the dragon, but was rather irritated. "Path-Path..." Edge sang. "You know..." He giggled insanely. "I've had enough of your foolishness!" He said in a chipper tone. "So, I'm coming in. It's alright..." He began, eyes beginning to darken. "You don't have to let me in..." As Edge spoke, a mist began to appear around him. It was dark and slipped under the door. It was a mental impairment serum. Over the course of a week, Edge had relearned most of his basic skills. He learned he fought using a near-unavoidable mist that contained toxins, depending on what he willed. While Noire's use of the mist to enslave humans was impressive, her ability paled in comparison to Edge's. As the first hydra, the original, he had much stronger poisons. 

After a few minutes, Edge sang, "Open the door, love..." Though His poison was strong, so was Path. There was a chance this wouldn't be successful.