"You...and Nata...why do you keep offering to help me?!" He's confused and it finally shows, ice blue eyes glaring through the goggle lenses at Jade, teeth barred. "Nothing I've done has done anything to either of you but harmed you! It doesn't make sense!"
Confused and more than a little angry, Lost Soul growls and his hand clamps down around thin air, said air glowing for a minute before the scythe slides into view with a flash. Programming slams home as the dark rises in an instant. He's lost, confused, but right now his frustration has an outlet. A target for the pent up aggression that's coursing through him.
Jade.
He doesn't take off, or even have to move. Eight feet of staff handle means that even with the distance between them, Jade's in striking range. One foot digs in and he spins with a roar of anger, scythe blade swinging around powerfully.