A psychic link was a strange thing. Were one not careful, you could find things you shouldn't, but we were both seasoned enough to keep ourselves from compromising the other. I was wholly unprepared for the vision, however. Closing my eyes, I saw a wretched symbol that burned into my mind with a tainted aura. Somehow it left a horrid aftertaste in my mouth, as if the very sight of the mere shape could effect a mortal. Unconsciously, I found my hand gripped Emmaline's forearm, though to steady her or myself I cannot recall. 

Once it was over, I exhaled involuntarily, but kept my composure. Had I seen something akin to it before? It wasn't like any chaos symbol I had ever seen. Certainly not a mark of the four entities or the dreaded unholy thirteen. It seemed almost xenos in nature, but it was very likely a chaos symbol I simply had not seen before. I had only been in the Ordo for two decades, and only five of them as an active field inquisitor. 

When we broke contact, though I don't recall why I had initially reached, I kept her steady and held her shoulder with my other hand. I did not say anything, but nodded when she made eye contact and stepped back from her. 

"Thank you," I said to her. 

"Do you know what it was?" She asked, a normal question, even after glimpsing my initial thoughts. Sometimes it took a moment for a brain to process information before finding the answer to a question.

"I have a few ideas, but truthfully? I'm unsure." I admitted, sighing. 

"That's a first," she quipped with an arched eyebrow. I regarded her and tried but failed to hide a grin. I admit I had been overly formal with her the last few days. Youth was a strange thing. We wish the entirety of it to be older and more respected and forget the gifts we have at the moment. I am ever to serve and am still very physically capable, but in those days I was at my peak. Hale and broad shouldered, I was cut in a way one could only gain through discipline and hours of exercise a day, though I was of good Elysiar stock. At that time I was too pre-occupied to see the bodacious woman before me, though I feel I had begun to see an inkling. No one who did not wish for the success of the mission would have sought me out and shared it with me. Perhaps I had treated her too much as a student and not enough as a teammate. 

"I'm unsure of a lot of things," I admitted to her, showing a hint of the man I was past my steely visage. "But the minute I act it, someone might die." 

After a pause, I shrugged as if to say 'what can you do?' and turned to put my grey top on that fit me like a comfortable glove. As I slid my arms through the shirt sleeves, I suggested something she no doubt was excited to hear. 

"Let's think on it over a drink. Don't worry, I have the good stuff stashed in a secret place."