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	Dremmick didn't care a bit for all the titles she had, what had started as him trying to get a guy to scram so she could continue her work turned into her becoming so delusional and wrapped up in herself to the point that she thought they were fighting over who had control over her and how either of them think their rank was above her. To Hell with ranks, Dremmick never once gave a thought to rank for anything he did, and he sure as hell didn't need anyone 'granting him the right' to do a damn thing. Little did either of them know that keeping an ever present aura to keep them healed would do nothing to stop him from killing this guy if he needed to. Dremmick was about to just leave them, he had other things to deal with than to try to help the helpless, but he was stopped by someone putting their hand on his shoulder. 

	When he turned to see who it was, he was a bit surprised. It took a second to recognize, but it was Mason, looking to be in so much better health now than how they left him that dremmick at first had to double check with his soul vision very breifly just to be sure. He attributed it to Ami, but something felt off. There was a pull of life energy still, like before. It wasn't strong enough to steal from people, but ever since he helped revive him, he'd noticed it, and it still seemed to be going. He couldn't quite place it yet, but there was something else different with how he looked, and it wasn't just the healthier form. Something was different, he just didn't know what.

	It was amazing how a different tone could change the exact same thing he said but only moments ago. He appreciated someone actually agreeing with him and seeing what he was saying, but as for this Lucius character, he was sure that he wouldn't back down so easily. Dremmick could only pray that the glistening idiot would leave instead of joining them. 

	Dremmick remembered that he wanted to talk to the young knight about what happened to him. [color=A52A2A]"He isn't worth my time to fight, or the breath to speak to. I couldn't care less at this point what those self centered 'holier than thou's do."[/color] There was a momentary pause, [color=A52A2A]"how are you holding up?"[/color]