Ask, instead, that question of yourself. [ —Sion's voice is a gentle thing, though it commands audience even above the din of Camilla's battle with creatures from the wilds. How he'd heard the clamor, adventuring in the area himself, and had been drawn to it, his White Mage's magic falling upon her as a dove in the moments after, mending wounds and renewing stamina with a curl and after-image of dazzling golden light. ]

If you do not mind your health, you run the risk of hurting yourself, my Lady.

[ As all Dark Knights do, for theirs is a power borne from sacrifice and all the terrible beauty of shadow. ]