[ If the only way to get him to talk is to make him angry than Eizen will make him angry, he'll taunt the veritable storm underneath Zaveid's skin until it explodes. He'll weather it, dig his feet into the ground and let the winds rip into him, bearing down with a ferocity only a wind seraph knows.

It's why he scowls in the face of Zaveid's anger, why his expression twists with his own anger, his own irritation. It's not simple, but he's tired of all the dodging, he's tired of the avoidance, of the way Zaveid looks at him in those rare moments he does not immediately turn tail and run.

As much as Zaveid might want too, they can't avoid it forever. Eizen won't. ]

Then stop running away and face it! Face me! [ He snarls, hands curling into tight fists. ] All you have been doing since I got here was run, avoiding me like I would fall apart if I learned the truth! You know me better than that, you know I wanted it to be you!