He shakes his head a little, as if to say 'I don't know'. Eventually, he manages to put it into words, though.

"...As if they were seeking something out, so that it could be pulled from me," he says. What that would do to him, he doesn't know. Maybe it would actually help, like they'd suggested. Maybe it would simply tear at his spirit, as the Eyes had.

"I remember them saying... 'if only this bond were stronger.' As if their attempts would have been far more aggressive were I truly in their presence." He narrows his eyes. "To what end, though? That... beast could not truly live inside of me...?"

Then again, if a dragon soul could fit into a mortal shell like his, maybe this angelic being could as well.