He sighs, and the helmet shimmers away, showing his true nature, a being of pure rage and battle. His white hot eyes stare at Athe in sad confusion. "How can I let go, if I feel it from everything surrounding me? My only purpose is to fight, to give humans, and Protectors, something to take their emotional turmoil out on, to prove their worth against. I am essentially a living target. What is there to let go? Without my battle fever, what am I?"