Red Son reached over and put his hand over MK's. Squeezing it for a four count, and loosening his grip. Let him have something physical to follow. It had been something his mother had done when he was younger, and his temperament was even more volatile than it was now, and his outlet of the fire had been gone.

"In a sense. It was more...I stopped existing," he said. "The way to forge the fire is to fully understand all the elements are one. To see no differences. And when that happened, I could barely see myself as different. I was the fire. And then when I was myself, I became more frightened because I had stopped existing, but then when I used the fire, I threw myself into that feeling because if I was the fire, I couldn't be afraid. It became a vicious cycle. That is what I mean by poison. The power will make you feel strong in such a way you think you don't have to be afraid, but when you're stable again, you will fear that happening, and then you start to hate the fear, and it all spirals out of control."

He was taking notes with his other hand, studying the reading carefully. "The Dragon Girl does seem to be spared the idea of losing herself. I can't say for sure if that's because she didn't forge it, or if its because she has such a clear sense of self. It could be either, but I am leaning a bit more to the latter."