He doesn't answer, merely glances at Paco with a scanning glance, then climbs to his feet with a stiff gesture, half-backbend, like a puppet being drawn up on its strings. He looks angry--no, furious.

That's when the armor transforms into something a little spikier, a little more...sinister-looking. The way he moves is terrifying, like something...just something other, tensed and coiled up like a spring, a clockwork toy only a key-turn away from slitting Paco's throat.



Only a few words are spared for Paco in a voice that is Jaime's but isn't Jaime's at all. There are no human eyes behind the glow. All that's there is the glow.



He is one that is loved by his host, one that is to be protected. So he needs to get as far away as possible.