"Are you absolutely sure about this?" she asked quietly, stepping close enough that her words were for his ears only, not wanting to undermine him in front of his warriors but needing to express her concern.
"I need to know what I'm capable of now," Satou replied, equally quiet but with unmistakable intensity beneath the words. "Need to understand these new powers in practical application before we face Merc Assault or whoever actually sent him after me.
Lyra studied his face for a long moment, reading the barely contained fury beneath his calm exterior, the trauma expressing itself as aggression. Finally, she nodded slowly. "Alright. But I'm supervising. The absolute moment someone gets seriously hurt or you start to lose control, I'm calling it off. That's non-negotiable. Agreed?"
"Agreed," Satou confirmed without hesitation. He appreciated her concern, even if he thought it was unnecessary.
