Haydn's eyes opened as the humming stopped and Issac began talking. He tried to take in what the warlock was saying, but he didn't fully comprehend what was being said. He understood the bit about souls and emotions. It made sense considering how the bond usually worked. But as far as Haydn was concerned magic was magic and a witch was a witch. He didn't know what he meant by blood magic and Fate Witch.
Just when he was about to ask for some elaboration, there was another voice speaking, seemingly out of thin air and he felt an intense burning on his hip like nothing he had ever felt. He bit his lip and forced himself to keep quiet and focus on the voice, his own grip tightening around Issac's hand. He was skeptical that things weren't the doing of those that hunted them for a moment, but something inside him told him it was the truth. "What do you mean, handle my emotions?" he asked the voice, not sure if he would even get a response.