[@shylarah]Vines wrapped around his mind, embedding thorns into his consciousness. His mind would have faded if he were a normal person, but Amuné would soon find that her attack was futile. He was, after all, part demon.

[i]What is she doing now?[/i]

[i]She attacked us.[/i]

[i]Why?[/i]

[i]She feels threatened, dummy.[/i]

[i]Don't call me a dummy.[/i]

[i]Seriously, why do you keep poking her?[/i]

[i]She needs to understand.[/i]

[i]You can't expect someone to just let you invade them.[/i]

[i]Quiet! It's my turn today, not yours![/i]

The conversation he was having with himself echoed through the vines and into Amune's mind. She would see the corruption in him. All the pain and suffering of being both demon and humanoid the mind was too chaotic. It shuddered and writhed, shaking off mental vines too weak to ensnare a demonic mind. One of Nunque's minds severed the link and put up a mental wall of diamond. The rational personality had experienced its fill of its counterpart's shenanigans. 

****

Lya was out of earshot already. Headed toward her room when she happened to look in the door window of Nunque's room. He was standing, eyes rolled back, facing toward the newcomers. She sprinted back to that room, glaring at Amuné. 

"[i]What did you do?![/i]" she shouted at the girl, her anger manifesting as radiant chakra around her.