"I was taught at a young age to keep control over all my body. Even as a child," Raizo shook his head, showing that dreaming wasn't on the learning syllabus where he was raised. If anything, dreaming could be considered a distraction, or worse, a weakness. They were taught to hate all weakness in the self. Even he, being different, hated the weakness within. That's why he had yet to change much since his escape from the clan. "I'm not the only one who's paranoid," he half-accused her before delving into any true answer to the question, "When you're the potential target of the nine clans, it is hard to rest easy. They have many ways of finding me and returning me back. When that happens, they will cut out my heart." The words were graphic to the weak-stomached, but it was what would happen. It was meant to show her the direness of his situation. "What about you? Why are you so defensive? I see the distrust in your eyes." His actions may have validated her initial distrust, but now that he had managed to compose himself, he would have thought her to relax as well. To be fair, his eye was on her as he understood survival, but what did she fear from him? Was it simply his potential abilities?