Suddenly Ochazuke's expression stilled and his eyes swelled darkly.
"No. You are not them." He spoke sharply. In an instant, the compassion drained from his face, and trained a seething glare at the interloper.
Drawn before him, the light of his ki burned incandescent red. Held in his hand, the frozen dream impart its bloodstained accent through his very soul. Just below the surface, a myriad of things passed unsaid as he trained the point straight between her eyes.
Slowly, the burning point diminished, and carried with it the red as the dream around them ceded its totality to darkness.
"And yet privy to the private sphere of the mind, I wager we both know this well."
He took her hand without hesitation.
"That the most dangerous enemy is the one you cannot see, until it is too late."